Subject:Re: Need Help Identifying Artist
Posted By: Tim Tue, Dec 22, 2020
I know it's been 2.5 yrs since you posted here. I am hoping you'll still be notified by this site of my response today. I live in Canada. I'm 60 years old. 40 years ago, when I was 20, I worked a couple of years in the framing dept of a gallery called Broward Art Galleries in Pompano Beach, FL. The gallery went out of business in 1982. During my time there, we had a show for Tseng-Ying Pang. I actually got to meet him. I was a very shy and insecure kid, but somehow I gathered up all my courage to tell him that I loved his work. And I really loved it. He was very kind to me. With my voice shaking I told him I wanted to be a professional artist too. He took the time to patiently answer my questions and to encourage me. I never forgot that. He made such a lasting impression on me. It was my job to pick mats and frame a few of his watercolors and a poster of one of his paintings that we made and sold at his show. At my age at the time, I had never bought art. He was the first artist who's work I ever wanted to own. And I wanted to very much. But I never got to. Even though his work was inexpensive, at 20, I could barely pay for the room I was renting to live in and afford food. Over the years I thought of him many times, and wished I could find him and his art. I wanted to thank him for his kindness all those years ago, and for inspiring me. I really wanted to tell him that his encouraging me to become a professional artist had paid off and that by the time I was 30, I was actually able to support myself for a period of 3 years exclusively by the sales of my art. I wanted to tell him that I was ready to own one of his watercolors. But this was way before the internet was open to the public, so there was no way for me to find him or any of his paintings. As more decades past, I didn't realize it, but his name got foggy in my head and morphed into a version of "Tang" or "Ting", so that by the time Google was invented, and I could search for him, I was searching for the wrong name without knowing it. I've searched many times over the last 20 years, of course to no avail. I looked for him as recently as last year, but still had the wrong spelling of his name. I might have forgotten his name, but I always remembered clearly what his work looked like. The little people in his landscapes for instance. I even tried searching for the subject matter of his paintings but he was not that well known, so I never found images of his work by searching that way. However, a few days ago I thought of him, and how I wish I had a piece to remember him by. I suddenly got the urge to look up my old art gallery on Google (something I had never thought to do before) to see if I could find anything archived about our past shows and perhaps him, although I knew this was a longshot for a business that went bankrupt before the internet was open to the public. I typed in the gallery's name and found old corporate business listings, and there was an address. So I put the address into Google and a Google street view came up where I could see the front of the little strip mall where the entrance to our little gallery used to be. I clicked the arrows till the camera moved around to the view of the back of the building. There, for the first time in 40 years, I saw the door that used to be the employee's entrance to the framing dept that I entered every day for work. Instantly I got a flashback of myself working in that framing department, framing one of the posters from his show. For the first time since then, I could visualize his name clearly in large letters at the bottom of the poster I was framing, and it was "Pang"! In that moment I realized I had been remembering his name wrong all these years! Immediately I started searching the Internet for "Pang Artist" and that is how I found your post here. The picture you posted is definitely his work. I've been very depressed to learn now that he passed away in 1997, and to think that had I only remembered the right spelling of his name sooner, I possibly could have found Mr. Pang and told him what he meant all those years ago to that young man who really needed his encouragement to pursue his dream of being a professional artist, just like him.
Jamie, can I ask, do you still own the watercolor? Would you at all consider selling it to me? It would mean the world to me if you would consider it. You would be single handedly fulfilling this old man's dream that he's had since he was a young man of 20. I will await your response. Thanks very much for taking the time to read all this.
Best regards, Tim.