MARTIN ROTH

I met Martin in my early twenties in the East Village and was immediately taken by his mysterious allure. We had been known each other for 20 years and always kept in touch. Martin was there for me through my father’s passing, my mother’s cancer and so many other tragic events in my life.
Martin was much more than a friend, he was family. Through the years he became like a brother to me. He cared for my two children and took them on adventures in Central Park. He brought crickets,...

Viel zu jung. Viel zu früh! Ruhe in Frieden

Martin was a beloved family man, friend, artist, and community powerhouse. This is how I remember him: It was only a couple months our paths were the same in 2014, but Martin became my close friend and I called him my ashram brother. I trusted him. It is so hard to find people who can speak their truth and be vulnerable and honest. Martin would give 100% of what he had all the time, the good, the bad and the work in progress. He was always searching within and learning from his own humanity....

Martin Roth was a beam of light in a city often darkened by shadow. His generous spirit and belief in art as language helped change the lives not only of thousands of children living in chronic poverty, but of all of us. We are sadder and poorer today, but will hopefully rise to the example Martin set before us.

God's comfort and blessings to mourning family and friends as your beloved Martin R.I.P