Grotfeldt transformed me. He made me find my artist within. At my senior art exhibition, the only reason I made it through my speech was because he was standing right next to me, like a proud father, listening and silently supportive. While I have disappointments and regrets about some of my time at HBU, I know that if I'd not gone there, I never would've met this amazing person and would not be who I am now as an artist. February 24, 2009 was a sad day for many of us who studied or worked with Grotfeldt. But in my heart, and I'm sure in the hearts of others he touched, Grotfeldt stills mentors me, still guides me, and still makes me smile. I can't wait to see him again some day.
º A small collection owned by Holly Johnson Gallery
º A news article from the day he died
º His best friend, Waldo Bien, on working with Grotfeldt
º A write-up from HBU