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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Gerald Jones
Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 08:32:19 -0400 (EDT)
Gerald Jones Gerald Jones, brave photographer, raconteur, lighting and cinematography expert, underground legend for those who knew him, died April 28th this year, after a long and harsh, protracted, bout with cancer and the medical establishment (no one should have to die like that). He was true to his work which was his life. He spoke on a panel on sex, theory and practice, I held at Nexus in Atlanta and put everyone to shame. He had 384 pennies on the floor of his Miami apartment; his sister found them everywhere after he passed away. He sometimes inherited my equipment. He was generous beyond belief and after chemo, when he visited NY, brought us a book of photographs and text on the manatees. He went slough-slogging with us in the Everglades. He smoked more than anyone I knew and gave it up years ago and suddenly but possibly too late. He stayed with me on and off for up to two weeks. He was seen walking the early morning Atlanta streets and I imagine Miami and New York. He was a supporter during the hell I went through at Florida International University. He photographed politics and murder in Haiti. He photographed the clan. He was in a biennale I curated and put the work up during the opening. He carried cameras. Early on he spoke with a heavy cough but that went away. There was a wake in Miami. Gerald was 62 and would have worked for centuries. There's no heaven but god bless you Gerald, you've already made your way