Bill Wolf

Looking through old photo albums filled with 80's memories so dear to my heart. There, i spot a grainy photo of Bill and I. My first art teacher i call him. I wasnt but 8 or 9. I just saw it as time with my moms close friends. He was so generous with his talent and so patient. So encouraging and without boundaries. Russell would teach me structure with fruit, bowls and bowls of drawing fruit. B bill would whisper, change your idea of where the lines end.

I arrived at this website looking for the name "maria scatuccio," which is on a sticker on the bottom of a ceramic black and white high heel shoe I bought in the 80s, when such things were in many boutique shops. - Can't find 'em anymore, and mine's chipping and and crumbling it's so old. I was pleased to get a bit of news here on the ceramicist, and also to read about Bill Wolf. What a great guy he must've been, and what a rich life. I never met him, but thanks for keeping his memory alive.

It's the 4th anniversary of Bill's death. Here's a photo of a collage he did in Oaxaca. Well, one thing, he won't get old.

It amazes me that as I write this I have just purchased a flight to Oaxaca to see this last exhibit and honor his memory. RIP
Stephen

It's getting close to the 2nd anniversary of Bill's death. Gone but still here because in September 2010 there will be a show of his last art works at a Casa de la Ciudad in Oaxaca, Mexico. Also, his memoirs, his life story, can now be found at billwolf.org. They tell all about him. Too much, probably, but that was Bill.

I met Bill while I was doing a study abroad in Oaxaca. I took the assignment of doing my field research with Frente Comun. I had the opportunity of meeting Bill who was a wonderful human being. He cared so much for everyone who crossed his path and always had such a positive attitude. As a result of my work with Bill and Frente Comun, I decided to pursue a Masters degree in Public Health.

Bill not only touched my life but many others in a very positive way. He will be missed very...

I just ran across this website and was entertained by reading some of the memoirs...then saddened to read of Bill's passing earlier this year.

I was the woman who was running the SF AIDS Foundation's Food Bank that he refers to in his memoirs (it actually started in 1983). I remember those fundraisers that he did and I went to one of them.

It was people like Bill who made San Francisco an amazing place to live in--back in the days when SF was full of artists and generous,...

Bill was a magnet for a wide variety of people..he always seemed to bring out the best in everyone. Like Fellini in his scope, and deMille in his execution, Bill rode the wave of liberation start to finish (and then some). He opened doors for so many. He led by example and by kind word. "Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries" and "Sunny Side of the Street" are just two of the songs I learned to sing loudly and off-key while rehearsing with Bill! Dbabdabadaba..said the monkey to the Chimp....to...

Bill was a wonderful man and a great artist and activist. We only knew him a for short time just before he died. We miss him greatly.