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Chris Horton '58 (1936-2005)

You had to be with Chris Horton to appreciate his imposing presence. That includes Chris in person, Chris the artist and Chris the teacher. Skip Fitchen’s “In Memory” piece is a fine way to start:

“Having spent three years ‘rooming within two feet of each other,’ as our fellow roommate Dave Stephens put it, we got to know each other well. First of all, Chris was a big, strong guy at 6-foot, 2inches, over 200 pounds and a first-rate athlete. His specialty was putting the shot, the object of which is to muscle a 16-pound ball of iron farther than anyone else.

“One day, I watched as he curled his fingers around the shot, cupping it gently in the crook of his neck, like a concertmaster cradling a Strad. Then, he spun full tilt and launched the shot explosively, at the same time letting out an almost bestial roar. What stuck with me over the years was how powerful he was, how disciplined, how intense and how determined to put forth his very best – in which respects he never changed.”
Chris was also a gentle soul, a person of warm feelings toward his fellow man, especially the small individual. You felt it in his politics and in his personal dealings with friends and strangers.

Chris, continued Skip, consistently championed the new-and-different, the out-of-the-ordinary, “introducing Dave and me to the music of Shostakovich and Stravinsky, who could have been from another planet. Through him, too, we made the acquaintance of the Freudian psychologist Wilhelm Reich – and the possible efficacy of Reich's “Orgone Box” in enhancing and husbanding our abundant youthful supply of ‘stored energy,’ now called testosterone.”

“It was typical of Chris then, and throughout his life, to test the edges, to ‘get people going,’ by espousing the unusual, even proposing the outrageous, in order, for example, to push his students into examining and challenging the status quo. It became a hallmark of his teaching style; it marked his conversation with family and close friends as well.”

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Chris indexing his favorite metaphor
Chris grew up in rural Saddle River, N.J. After graduating from Amherst, he served in the U.S. Army in Korea and earned a master's from Wesleyan. Passionate about the visual arts, philosophy and teaching, he developed programs and taught innovative courses in painting, theory and experimental studio for 30 years at the University of Hartford’s Hartford Art School. In 1997 he received the Roy E. Larsen Award for Distinguished Teaching, the only Art School person to have done so. He retired in 1999 and was named a professor emeritus of experimental studio.

At Chris’s memorial service, friend, fellow art school professor and collaborator Peter MacLean spoke of Chris’s many attributes.

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“Smart, curious, philosophical, rigorous, and talented; the kind of person that has a profound effect on everyone he meets.

“He took a broad approach to his teaching, crossing departments and disciplines. He saw the value in interdisciplinary study and in the exploration of ideas in the larger world. Art was not an end in itself, but rather a way to find meaning on a personal and a cultural level.

“He was incredibly versatile in all aspects of his life. He worked with an amazing range of materials and projects: painting, sculpture, drawing, systems-generated works, environmental installations, collage, political explorations, memorial competitions, and stone variations – in stone, and about stones, too. He was a man much greater than the sum of his parts.”

Chris's wife, Sherry, spends time now on local history projects. One involves interviewing longtime residents of Farmington, Conn., about their memories of growing up there. “I am the editor/compiler of these documents. Fifteen or so are now on the Farmington Library shelves, with more to come. The other project is chairing a study committee to develop a historic district for the vil-lage of Unionville, where I live in the west end of Farmington. Once a week I teach a class for Literacy Volunteers of Greater Hartford. In and around that I take an exercise and yoga class, and do outdoorsy things (walk, hike, bike, kayak, ski, etc.).

Chris and Sherry’s older son, Josh, lives in Hyde Park, N.Y., with wife Allison, 10-year-old stepson, Ethan, and 2-year-old Lucas Christopher. Josh is a technical writer for IBM. Their younger son, Toby, is a landscape architect in Philadelphia. He and Lori just had their first child, Lynedon Valley. Toby is curating a large, retrospective show of his father’s work at Amherst for our 50th.

In his junior and senior years, Chris lived on the second floor of Psi U. Skip recalls that, after they moved in, Chris carved on the lintel of the fireplace the word “Averaducci” – a way, perhaps, of making this part of the house their home. Skip notes that “Averaducci” isn't a real word but was Louis Armstrong's version of “Arrivederci” as belted out in the movie “High Society,” a favorite of theirs. “It means goodbye, of course, but only until we meet again.”

In 2004, Chris waged a fierce struggle with leukemia (AML) over more than eight, excruciating months. He was valiant to the very end, his dying synonymous with his middle name, Noble. After his death, dozens and dozens of friends, including many students, sent to a special website their feelings of loss and their fond memories. That site is worth visiting: http://www.christopherhorton.org.

Christopher Noble Horton died Jan. 1, 2005, in Farmington, Conn. “Averaducci, Horts.”

Chris Horton
Sherry and Chris with sons Josh (l.) and Toby (r.)

Christopher N. Horton, 1/1/2005

Christopher Noble Horton

Christopher Noble Horton died Saturday, January 1,
2005, of leukemia (AML) at John Dempsey Hospital in
Farmington, Connecticut, after a fierce struggle with
the disease over more than eight excruciating months.
He was valiant to the very end, his dying synonymous
with his middle name.

Chris grew up in rural Saddle River, New Jersey.
After graduating from Amherst in 1958, he served in
the Army in Korea and earned a Master’s degree from
Wesleyan University. Passionate about the visual arts,
philosophy, and teaching, Chris developed programs
and taught innovative courses in painting, theory, and
experimental studio for 30 years at the Hartford Art
School of the University of Hartford. In 1997, he
received the University’s Roy E. Larsen Award for
Distinguished Teaching. He retired in 1999 and was
named a professor emeritus of experimental studio.

Chris leaves his wife, Sherry, and sons Joshua–and
daughter-in-law Allison–and Tobiah. He also leaves his
brother Timothy (Amherst ‘61), and his family.

Having spent three years “rooming together within
two feet of each other,” as our fellow roommate Dave
Stephens recently put it to me, we got to know each
other well: what follows are some of the things I
remember most vividly about Chris. First of all, he
was a big, strong guy at 6'2", weighing over two
hundred pounds, and a first-rate athlete. His specialty
was putting the shot, the object of which is to muscle a
sixteen-pound ball of iron farther than anyone else.
One day I watched him closely during practice;
watched as he curled his fingers around the shot,
cupping it gently in the crook of his neck, like a
concert-master cradling a Strad. Then he spun full tilt
and launched the shot explosively, at the same time
letting out an almost bestial roar. What stuck with me
over the years was how powerful he was, how
disciplined, how intense, and how determined to put
forth his very best–in which respects he never
changed.

Another way Chris remained constant was in his
championship of the new-and-different, the out-of-the-
ordinary, as in his introducing Dave and me to the
music of Shostakovich and Stravinsky, who could have
been from another planet. Through him, too, we made
the acquaintance of the Freudian psychologist Wilhelm
Reich–and to the possible efficacy of Reich’s “Orgone
Box” in enhancing and husbanding our abundant
youthful supply of “stored energy;” i.e.,what is now
called testosterone. Dave and I had our doubts about
this business (though we were intrigued), but it was
typical of Chris then, and throughout his life, to test
the edges, to “get people going,” by espousing the
unusual, even proposing the outrageous, in order to
push his students into examining and challenging the
status quo. It became a hallmark of his teaching
style; it marked his conversation with family and close
friends as well.

In our junior and senior years, Chris and Dave and I
lived on the second floor of Psi U, looking out over the
spacious lawn and venerable sycamores in front of the
house. In our livingroom was an old fireplace, no
longer operational but warmly decorative. Shortly
after we moved in, Chris carved the word “Averaducci”
on the lintel–as a way, perhaps, of making this part of
the house our home. “Averaducci” isn’t a real word,
but was Louis Armstrong’s version of “Arrivederci” as
belted out in the movie “High Society,” a favorite of
ours. It means goodbye, of course, but only until we
meet again. So I’d like to end this piece with a
heartfelt “Averaducci, Horts,” and a promise to meet
again soon–very specifically, at the public celebration
of your life and work to be held at the Hartford Art
School on June 26, 2005.

–Skip Fitchen ‘58

 

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