Jerry Torre

Bedside with Mrs. Beale and Edie

I’d like to welcome you all to my new site, I hope you enjoy your visits.  I have always toyed with the idea of putting up a site like this with which to present myself and my work.  I’ve decided the timing is right now for this site as there are many new developments in my life that I feel like sharing with others.

Sometimes I look back at my life and can hardly believe some of the experiences I’ve had.  I have seen many countries, met and worked along side some incredibly colorful individuals and I feel blessed to still be in touch with many of them.  The friendship of others was often times the only thing that got me through the toughest trials of my life.  I’ve experienced as many vibrant highs as I have crushing lows, somewhere in the middle I stubbornly cleared myself a path.

I feel as though the time is right to add yet another new chapter to this incredible story of mine.  This time you’re invited to come along and have a look over my shoulder.  I promise I’ll tell you some wild tales and maybe, just maybe, there will be a lesson to be learned from all of it.

I invite you to subscribe to this blog, this way you’ll be notified each time I make a new post.  I plan to enrich this site in many ways and I would love to hear your opinions on it.  Feel free to comment on my posts and be on the lookout for some new material soon!

Regards,,, Jerry Torre, The Marble Faun

Drawn to the soft color in this stone, that led me to carve this figure. He has become one of my favorite sculptures, for he is very easy going.

This fellow has a spirit that is both gentle, and wise.

Stone speaks to me; each sculpture has a definitive language.

One has only to listen to hear, in one cares to listen at all. Please allow me to welcome~~Prospect~~to our world. I’m very fond of his easygoing, kind demeanor. Enjoy your selves my dear friends,

New York has many museums, after all the time that had passed I made this one museum a priority. My Professor had suggested I visit the NY Historical Society. It is located on Central Park West & 77 Th St, opposite The American Museum of Natural History.

It may I add has the finest collection of marble sculpture, this American Indian is one example of the collection.   In this stone sculpture I’m fascinated with the realism, in both size of an actually Indian, yet beyond the figure is the contemplation in the pose that tells me of a time, that was, and in my opinion still exists.

Until all men are free, we are all captive .

I’ve always held our American Natives to be gifted, soulful, and some how almost forgotten.

I bow in respect to the artist who had expressed in stone, such a tale of so great a people.

Greetings to all my friends, It has been a year of blessings.

We are all a part of this experience called life.   Ive set my hands to work in stone subjects.  They have endured time itself, I first was drwan to stone sculpture  when my dear mother Helen had taken me to the 1964 Worlds Fair here in New York Citys Flushing Meadows Park.

A wise and considerate human being was my mother Helen, the heart of an angel.

There we journeyed to the Vatican Pavilion. Clasping my hand  I recall my first impression of Michelangelo’s Pieta.  Yes, his masterpiece had been on tour and was graciously seated feet from me and my precious mother Helen. It spurred an interest  that still lives in me this very new year friends.

My hands are being guided by the need to create a voice in stone.      This stone you see is named Ruins, a mixture of impressions made while I had traveled in cities of Antiquity.   Traveleing in Italy, Egypt , Greece, I’ ve attempted to create a miniature of ancient Ruins.

This photo is my gift to all who see it, as we as brothers, sisters welcome our New Year 2012.

I bow to our lives, pray for our joys,travel in my heart for all that is good.

A Happy New Year, my dear friends,

Jerry Torre

The Marble Faun of Grey Gardens

On this Christmas Eve 2011 The line between the past and the present.

Is ever more define each day. I am looking forward in sharing my life with you in 2012.

Please enjoy your holiday season.

Jerry “The Marble Faun”

Greetings Grey Gardeners,
As is with each season , a past, a present, a future,our time at Mrs.Beales was
free of time. It had taken me years to undertstand , to know what had remained
so elusive.
There within the great house a host of guestions, yet never one too pressing
that it could not wait for an answer. Time had stopped in the confines of our
world, I felt unsure of what it was then, today I ve been granted the wisdom to
begin to see the freedom in a new greater light. It was a new season , not for
the time of day to reveal, nor the calling of others into our world, we
three,had for weeks on end , known only each other.

It was the drying of the leaves on the shutters, the migration of the many birds
that told of a winter, therefor a Christmas. I set out in the brush for a
tree top, one I could collect, that would not include my cutting it down,
needing only the tree top.

There in a corner where Mrs.Hill had kept a season of
plantings did            I discover evergreens. Finding one tree top from the r second
floor porch, I then set out to the thick over growth for our Christmas Tree. It
being only a foot or so waas easily collected, found T. Logans old tools , which
were handy in every season.

The effort in finding one tree top was a first step, retreiving it was a
skill. Time for a Christmas at Mrs.Beales mansion begun with a tree top, from
the very garden that concealed in until the leaves had fallen , and the shutters
had been revealed.Hurried up to the centre bedroom to ask permission to enter ,
it was given .

The jesture that only Mrs.Beale could own was that of complete grace, as is
reflective of the very gesture shown, when Lois Wright had given Mrs.Beale a
memo pad for her dear birthday, Mrs.Beale was then 79 years of life.Christmas
had now arrived, with the gesture of a true aristocrat who had known great
luxury , and kept it close to her heart.

Each year no date chosen we shared our human family, three kindrid spirits from
each end of the social ladder , had embaarked on a tour of our lives , with a
celebration of simple dignity, and that of our freedom.

It has revealed its spirit more each passing year, for no one time could
reveal the joy of being alive.

A Merry Christmas to all, Grey Gardeners

For many years I’d pass the newly renovated Grey Gardens. Through those years I’ve yet to see any color chosen that works. One time the frames on both the boy’s bedroom windows and master bedroom was salmon color.

Naturally I have nothing to do with the colors of the house or ever had in what was to be the fate of Mrs. Beales Mansion.

For the time I spent at Grey Gardens it was my home. I cherish that memory. I always loved the mansion.. When I was invited out with Al, it was once again mine for a short moment.

The sense of having lived and experienced our time at Grey Gardens probably the most richly sentimental moment in my life.

That summer afternoon the surf was rough,leaving swimming out of the question.I had finished my chores at Mr. Geddes estate,returned the riding lawn mower to the gardeners shed. It was for all accounts a splendid afternoon, little did I know that a decision to ride my bicycle down a country road I had yet to explore., was about to change my life forever.

My blue pugeot ten speed bicycle was my pride and joy, I kept it so that the spokes would reflect the sun bright and carefree.Then the road began to narrow, the privet hedge was now feet tall, as tall as any tree nearby. My first sense was that of a coolness from the great shade of privet some 30 feet in height. It was customary for me to ride hands free, sitting well balanced on my ten speed.

My balance was lost my footing as well, my sneaker was lodged between the pavement and the bicycle pedal,it was my first glance at the peaks of this mansion.Struggling to regain my balance , my only thought was to regain my posture and try to understand what I have just discovered.

It was vintage Grey Gardens, just exactly as this photo shows. If you look carefully you will see a person sitting on a lawn chair,it is Mrs .Beale .

Georgica Beach Edie sits here during her youth.The beach was walking distance from Grey Gardens. We both had swam in the same surf days during the filming. The dusk of the day when the light was rich with blues of high clouds, sea birds would swoop and sound there call. I always found it a delight to sit with Mrs.Beale late just as true night fall would cover the mansion. Just being in the company on such a diverse person who had such a rich heritage of the human experience. These days were the most magical days of my life. I owe these memories to Mrs.Beale & her daughter Edie Beale.

Simply the finest human beings I have known,your devoted Marble Faun

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It has been some years since Al Maysle’s & his brother David approached us on the front porch of Mrs. Beale’s mansion I can’t believe it has been thirty some years ago since we released Grey Garden.

The wonderful and free spirit’s Mrs. Edith Bouvier Beale & Edie I wanted to share a small video clip of me from Grey Gardens July 2010.I look forward to correspondence with all Grey Gardens Fan’s

Respectfully Yours,

Jerry