Hey Carol Vaughn. Been looking for you. Contact Marie at Dignity .Memorial. Want to talk. Thanks. Bob Epstein

Bill,
Still in my mind and heart daily. RIP

Bardo Dear,
It's been two years since you left us. I think of you often --
your humor, your talent, your genius, your laugh.
Rest in Peace, sweet man. The world was better with you in it.

I always looked  up to my Uncle Bill, he inspired me to return to college years after high school, I went on to become a Registered Nurse.
His love and dedication to my Gram (his Mom)was amazing!
I miss my trips to New York, little coffee shops, Pizzerias and great conversations.
I hope you meet your nephew Jason in the afterlife I can’t believe you  passed the day before the second anniversary of my sons Death it has taken a toll on me I will always cherish the memories I’ve had with you and I know you’re with Papa and Gram and hopefully Jason I miss you and love you

On the anniversary of Bill's death, I find myself just as undone as on the day he died. The world lost a great artist, and I and others lost a wonderful friend. He was so heroic in his final year. He was always hopeful, and filled with wit and sarcasm about his illness. COVID
exploded that April, taking too many Americans, especially New
Yorkers. I miss him daily. He is looking down from ceramic clouds.
Love you Bardo.

Miss my friend Bill all the time. We use to speak every day. We complained and we laughed. Life is not the same without being able to pick up the phone and hear Bill’s voice. We would take, and or, pick each other up from doc medical treatment s. We would talk about fun and crazy memories. Bill was a caring, understanding, and loving friend. He will always be in my thoughts and my prayers.

I took ceramics for 3 years with Bill Lombardo and Bob Epstein at the Corcoran School of Art. 
Bill made learning very exciting and great fun. 
One day we were learning to make plaster molds of body parts. I had encased my husband Frank’s fist entirely in plaster. He could not move until it set. 
Bill rushed in and told Frank that his car was being towed! Poor Frank wanted to save his car and started to panic but he was stuck. Then Bill and Bob broke out laughing and assured Frank that it was all a hoax. 
Bill was a talented, intelligent, warm and wonderful teacher and artist who lived his life honestly. I am sorry he no longer walks the Earth. 
Love to all..Carol Jason

I only learned of William’s passing the third week of September.

He was a dear friend, a confidant, my computer technology guru, and my neighbor for many years. He lived above me in a loft at Broadway and Broome Street in Manhattan. We took turns at “venting” our frustrations when neighbors in the building drove us both crazy. 

He was fully responsible for introducing me to the world of computers in the early1980s when he purchased a KPro – and based on his enthusiasm, I purchased the same computer. But in terms of technology, William very quickly jumped way ahead of me.

William was a very complex and generous a person with many talents. I am ever so grateful that I have one of his fabulous paintings. It has continued to hold my interest for many years.


Too many years passed by between Bill and I because of the location.  We moved away and I drifted away from his friendship.  I regret I had only so little time with him.  During those years I was very lucky to have him as a friend who was very intelligent, warm, sincere and witty.  Also he was very cool.  I was honored to be included as a subject of his large paintings of his friends.  He wanted learn Japanese, so I taught him since I was doing a stint at a language school in New York.  He even learned to joke in Japanese. 

He told me that he was worried about the safety of the people he hired to help him build models using heavy machineries.  I think he might have been an eager teacher because he told me a disappointment with a job offered by a New York art school where the students seemed uninterested in what he could offer.  There the students were only interested in the facilities but not the materials he prepared, he told me.  I would have worked for a boss like him and have learned from an honest and devoted teacher like him.


I’ve never imagined I would be writing in his memorial in my life.  I don’t have enough words for him now or any time.  I will miss you, Bill.

Thank you Bill to know you even for a short time in our lives.


Bill taught  me so much about art and life.
We moved to New York  and lived together during those early  exciting years in Soho. 
He always encouraged me and made it possible for me to follow my dreams and for that I will forever be grateful . 
My heart will always remember and thank him. 
And to Leah and Eric and their families , I am so very sorry you lost your dad.
He leaves a beautiful legacy in you.


In 1970 Bill hired me to teach ceramics w him at the C...C...C...Corcoran School of Art in Washington, D.C.. We worked together for 9 years, until he'd had enough & moved to NYC.
Bill gave what you'd expect from a good teacher. He dispensed truths, wisdom & technical support. Historical anecdotes & examples, & cultural contexts were offered when appropriate. He did not suffer fools, whether they be students, colleagues, or satellites. Bill was funny, smart, & cared about the experiences he was creating. He always stood firmly for what he believed in. Respek.
Bill had a consuming & reliable studio work ethic. He made clay sculptures. Notably, a porcelain & terra-cotta historical self-portrait series whereby he placed his face & head on figures from American history. Envision a Frontier Family where each member (mother, father, child & infant) had Bill's face, mustache, & hair. They were traveling in a prairie schooner pulled by 8 oxen, all in terra-cotta. No, the oxen were not adorned w Bill's visage. But wait.....Nah! Or how about The Lincoln Memorial in porcelain w Bill's head/face + mole  on Lincoln's body atop his throne looking out over the reflecting pool?
Versatile Bill also built a sky full of model airplanes whose skeletons were made of long strips of rattan tied together at strategic intersections w colored thread left untrimmed as though they were telltales of the planes' aerodynamics.
Bill drew, rubber-stamped cows, painted (he was awarded an NEA grant for painting after moving to NY) & he was 1 0f 5 robustly talented D.C. artists who founded the sui generis Washington Color Pencil School.
All of his work was original & of the highest professional quality. He was an artist of the first magnitude. Word.
We maintained our friendship for 50 years. It was a pleasure. We mostly laughed & told stories mostly true. I could not have had a better friend. I certainly do not have enough time to make another friend like Bill Lombardo.


Bill Lombardo was my lover, my friend, and my muse. We lived together in an unheated office space on Connecticut Avenue in
Washington, DC -- the most romantic and inspirational time of my life. I miss him. I treasure the time we had together, I'm so sorry we have lost him. His humor and intellect made him one of the most
unique and wonderful people I have ever known. I will treasure his
memory to the end of my days. Condolences to Eric and Leah and
the dozens of friends he leaves behind. See you on the other side,
Bardo.

Bill and I met 30 years ago when we worked together at Goodsight Graphics. He was an incredibly talented artist but most importantly always a great friend that you could reach out to throughout your entire life for wisdom and support. I will deeply miss his warmth, sharp wit, sense of humor and friendship.

Bill and I have been friends for over 30 years. We first met working on a photo shoot for a MasterCard ad. We went on to  become great friends and worked together on many other projects. Bill was a kind, gentle soul. 
I will miss him and keep him in my thoughts, my prayers, and my heart forever. 

OBITUARIO

William Allan Lombardo

14 abril, 1945 – 18 abril, 2020

Chas. Peter Nagel Funeral Directors

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