Charles J. Stanley

It was an honor to have modeled for such a talented artist, and an even greater honor to have been called his friend. He was a man who possessed a rare depth of character that made him seem larger than life. Death cannot contain his spirit: it lives on in his friends and in his art.

I have known many artists nominally more famous and more successful than Carlo, but I have never known anyone who held the calling of artist in higher esteem or who did it greater honor. Peace, dear Carlo. Peace.

How wild and wonderful was Carlo, how infectious his zest for life, and with what pleasure he plucked fresh basil and tomatoes from his garden to make us "Greek eggs"! A dear, unique person never to be forgotten.

Our friend will be remembered through his wonderful art.

I never felt more alive than when I was with Carlo.

My dearest brother lived his life as he chose..to be a true and honest artist. He lived his life to the fullest---just not long enough. His wish was for all to appreciate his art. It was what he worked for and lived for. Art was his life. His inspiration came from not only learning from the masters, but from teaching his students. I shall remember my brother for his love of life, his true gratefulness for life, his art, and the wonderful love that he gave to his family and friends. Rest in...

I will dearly miss Carlo, his laugh, and all his exclamation points.

I remember Charles both from groowing up first in Lynbrook and then in Port Washington, but mostly I remember visiting andstyaing with him in Italy. He was a warm and gracious host and helped me to see the art around me in a way that no one else could have done. He shared his passion and his enthusiasm in a way that was truly infectious. He will be missed by all who were fortunate enough to know him.