JACK FRANKFURTER

Wishing for that one-more conversation. Missing a special soul. Doris and Barry Schwartz

Just saw this today; I am sorry. We were in touch about our work here and abroad and U still have letters from Jack via Rome and NYC,

I met Jack through his lovely parents who we dined with on many Sunday in their Riverdale apartment. Jack was an incredible and rare person. Generous, kind, compassionate and wise. As one of those rare and special people I are lucky to cross paths with, he leaves an hole in the fabric of humanity. I miss the grace and kindness of your parents and I will miss you too.

I don't know if these notes are still looked at. In any case I thought I would add my own slight memories. Jack was born in 1929 and I was born ten years later. In about 1944 we moved from from 118 to 130 Hooper Street, Brooklyn. Like most of the houses in that part of Williamsburg, it was a converted brownstone. Almost exactly opposite, on the other side of the street lived the Frankfurters. Moreover our fathers were in a similar line of business, the manufacture of womens' handbags, but...

Doris and I still feel the loss of our very special friend (for 67 years up to his passing). Our place was his way station every time he was in NY, swinging his "beaded bag" when visiting galleries or even finding off-beat gifts for friends. He marched to his own drummer, but the rhythm of his life and soul was something to be shared and treasured by all. Miss you and love you, Jack.

As a fellow painter I mourn the loss of a friend of 51 years. We inspired one another and opened new doors of perceiving the visual world. In New York City we enjoyed taking long walks photographing subjects for possible paintings and especially looking for dramatic lighting effects in architecture , as that was what Jack's paintings were all about, One of his favorite places was Coney Island where this picture was taken by his beloved "Cyclone" rollercoaster. I stayed with him in Rome in...

We look at our walls and see Jack´s distinctive art. We look in our hearts and feel his distinctive touch...our dear friend for over 67 years. Doris and Barry Schwartz

I remember when in Rome we staged a performance at Teatro dell'Orologio and he commented smiling our poor budget saying: You promised me Hollywood and gave me Garbatella (a popular and deprived part of the town). His irony was as big as his patience. It was an honour to work with him in one of my first performances. Paolo Emilio Landi, theatre director

Jack was unique in so many ways. He lived in a world of art and was among the most interesting people I have ever known. We spoke with each other over Skype for many years and he always had a story of one of his adventures traveling or an interesting client who purchased his paintings. He lived a long life and remembered everything. I grew to develop a great affection for him and I will remember him always. Jack my old friend, rest at peace now.