Editorial Profiles

All About Ed

(Ed McCormack 1943-2021) 

Ed’s story began a long time ago when he was a child on the Lower East Side. His mother was always ill with a very bad heart condition. Ed remembered those early years and often told me how his mother’s severe heart condition consumed his emotional life. Over the years when we had talks about his past and his early childhood, I often asked him, “How did you deal with the constant fear of losing your mother?” “I drew,” he would say, “I would go off by myself and draw, it was my way of separating myself from the pain my mother was dealing with.” 

Ed (lower right) at ten or eleven with friends selling his art work at the Greenwich Village Art Fair

From the moment I met Ed in 1960 he always talked about art and artists he admired. I remember bright sunny Saturdays, after we were married in 1961, when we would take long walks along Madison Avenue to visit the galleries. It was always exciting to visit a particular gallery and see the work of an artist we really liked or to discover a new artist. Our two favorite galleries were Willard, which presented artists like Mark Tobey and Morris Graves, and Cordin&Extrum which showed Richard Lindner. Later we would often stop at the Modern and Whitney Museums, which at that time were in the same building. Mostly I remember our lively conversations about art and the joyous feeling of the many possibilities that life held. 

This is an illustrated poem from a series by Ed in the 1990s. He was very interested in combining text with images and loved the illustrated poems of William Blake.

In the early 60s, Ed spent all of his free time working on his art, often late into the night, when he had to work at a job the next day. This all eventually led to a show on 10th Street. He had an exhibition at the Brata Gallery, and later at the Stryke Gallery. For the Brata show he did enormous figurative paintings with flat bright colors. And for the Stryke Gallery he presented a whole series of fine ink drawings of the city which were dream-like visions of beautiful female figures walking among cars with mean faces and men in business suits. He was reviewed for these delicate visionary cityscapes in The Village Voice, The Wall Street Journal and in Women’s Wear Daily.

“The Metaphysics of the Manuscript: Written Pictures, Drawn Words” from Ed’s series of drawings after the loss of Holden in 1993

DEAR HOLDEN

Hard to believe the world has gone on

almost ten years without you

and without the me only you knew.

They say a part of us dies

with the one for whom we grieve. 

But I say its more like a whole self: 

the self we saw mirrored in the eyes

of the one in whose gaze we

lived most vividly. 

Remembering your keen wit, 

I only hope the afterlife

is sufficiently absurd to keep

you amused, and not so

insipidly heavenly as not to include

stupid politicians, pompous clergymen,

pontificating pop stars and other

staples of our once shared scorn. 

You’ll be happy to know it’s still

ridiculous here, although nowhere

near as much fun as when you

were here, too, and all my mirth

magnified in your sky-blue eyes. 


Our son Holden was born in 1963 and, when he was still a toddler, we’d take him to museums and galleries with hopes of introducing “the kid to a little culture.” Well, when we took him to see a show of abstractions at the Whitney or Modern, he exclaimed “This is monkey art!” Like his father, Holden had the rebellious spirit. 

As a teenager Ed developed a great interest in the writers like Jack Kerouac and Allan Ginsberg of the Beat generation. He began writing poetry when he wasn’t drawing or painting. Ed also favored the Beat philosophy for rejecting mainstream values. For instance, Ed never completed High School; he would leave his home room class and go to the Seward Park library on the Lower East Side where he read art books, wrote poetry and drew. He was encouraged by his art teacher to attend The High School of Music and Art. 

Ed said, “Much to the disappointment of my mother, I quit Music and Art and returned to Seward Park where I could skip classes and eventually quit altogether and hung out in the Village full time.” 

As the sixties became the “swinging sixties” Ed did illustrations and started writing for Changes, an underground arts magazine. He also wrote for Andy Warhol’s Interview, The Village Voice and the New York Daily News. Jann Wenner, owner and editor of Rolling Stone, became interested in his work and asked him to write for the magazine, resulting in a career as a feature writer and columnist. This led to a detour from his art into a life of writing about Rock and Roll and celebrities, lasting throughout the 1960s, 1970s and into the 1980s. 

In 1993 when our son was in the hospital with AIDs, Ed covered whole pages of his pocket notebook with a multitude of minute little t’s in the vain hope of transferring some of his T-cells to our son. By returning to art, he was hoping for magic to work. After he had made many pages of the tiny t’s, a doctor came into Holden’s room with a puzzled look on his face saying, “We don’t know why, but Holden’s T-cells have increased remarkably.” It was a moment of magic but it was not meant to be. Ed always held our son Holden close to his heart. 

Ed and Jeannie in the early 60s

Ed started doing art reviews in the late 1980s. In the beginning he was working for Bruno and Margot Palmer-Poroner of ARTspeak. When they stopped publishing the magazine, we founded Gallery&Studio magazine in 1998. Ed was very happy to be writing about art since it had been so very important to him throughout his life. We would go together to take notes for articles and I worked on the production. We loaded up a truck and delivered the magazines to the galleries throughout New York City. We were very happy because this was something we could do together. It was such a sense of accomplishment every time a new issue came out. The magazine continued until a sunny fall day in 2014. It seemed like just another day when I returned to our apartment after visiting a friend, but I found Ed ill and disoriented and from that instant everything changed. At the hospital the doctor said he had had a hemorrhagic stroke and would require brain surgery. Ed struggled with the aftereffects of the stroke until this past April 28, 2021. 

Along with the highlights of his life, his spirit will continue on in his artwork, writing and the story of his life, to be told in his upcoming book titled: “Hoodlum Heart: Confessions of a Test Dummy for the Crash and Burn Generation.” 

He often said: “As far back as I can remember I was constantly drawing. My mother always said I was born with a pencil in my hand.” 

I am sure he had one in his hand when he left this world.

Jeannie McCormack

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