Earlier this month I heard an NPR interview with William Christenberry. I’ve always loved his work, both the photographs and the sculpture. His stuff has always struck the same note in me that Russ’ work does, or my own efforts did, on a good day. By that I mean we were all reaching for the same place.
He had an exhibit here in Galveston in the early nineties, and came down and gave a lecture. He was one of the most accessible, plain-spoken artists I’ve ever listened to. I hung around to shake his hand afterwards, and he looked me in the eye and seemed to really appreciate my presence.
There’s a new book out that surveys his work; if anyone’s looking for me a Christmas present already, this might be a good place to start. This post didn’t start out as a shameless plea, but it may as well end that way. 
