“I am living. I remember you.”—Marie Howe, “What the Living Do”
How do we memorialize someone as special as Rick Hock? Please join Alex and me in supporting a new artist residency in Rick’s honor at Visual Studies Workshop in Rochester, NY, a fitting memorial for someone who helped so many of us bring books and projects to fruition, including Memory City. Here’s the link to bid online on our donated Memory City prints (above and below) — as well as prints by Rick Hock and those donated by others Rick helped, including Alec Soth, Martin Parr, Paolo Pellegrin, Brenda Ann Kenneally, Gregory Halpern, Susan Meiselas: https://www.32auctions.com/VSW2015Auction
Lastly, thinking of Rick today, I dedicate the following poem to him, an elegy by one of my favorite poets, Marie Howe — who happened to be born in Rochester, NY, where Rick lived — and who also lost someone too soon, a younger brother…—Rebecca Norris Webb
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do….What you finally gave up…
We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss–we want more and more and then more of it…
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass…and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
—Marie Howe, excerpt from “What the Living Do”