Herman Wrede was a friend of mine. I met him at Chamber Mixer I co-hosted with the YMCA many moons ago, and we instantly bonded. We’d meet often for a cup of coffee and talk about art, poetry and life.
Herman passed three years ago. I didn’t expect to have a tough time talking about him, but as I started to compose this piece, I found that emotion took over and the words wouldn’t come.
Fortunately I remembered Kollin Kosmicki’s Free Lance article about Herman. It touched me then and still does today. I feel it gives the reader a good sense of Herman.
Why two paintings of Herman? I just loved his face. There was so much character and history in each line.
These paintings are larger than life, but not larger than Herman’s life, no, not at all.
I was lucky to call him friend.
All Images Are © Shannon Grissom