William Byron Evans, October 13, 2025

We recently learned of the death of Bill Evans.  He certainly didn’t fit into recognizable categories — an accomplished athlete (captain of Varsity Lacrosse, 3 years of Varsity Football, several Major Y’s) but a relatively quiet and gentle man.  Well, let’s have Bill tell us, as he did in his 50th Reunion Essay:

“Along the way there have been the usual ups and downs and missed directions: treading through a Yale major not carefully chosen, teaching school to avoid Vietnam, and writing unresolved poetry while driving a cab in NYC.

After my father’s untimely death I proctored and attended a new full-time art program at MWP Museum School, Utica, NY. Later on I managed and maintained a live-in studio gallery downtown, John St. Studios, for 31 years participating in the Central NY art scene.

Now I find myself living in the Adirondacks not far from Lake Placid where both sides of my family have historical connections.

His hometown paper, the Albany Daily Enterprise published this obituary in October:

William B. Evans of Jay died suddenly on Monday, Oct. 13, 2025. Born in Albany on May 28, 1947, Bill graduated from The Hotchkiss School in 1965. He graduated from Yale University with a bachelor’s in political science in 1969, where he won the Winthrop Smith Award in lacrosse and was [a standout] in football.

He studied art at the L’Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Bordeaux, France, in 1978 and at the Parsons School of Design in Lake Placid. He taught art at the Munson-WiliamsProctor School of Art in Utica. He was the owner and manager of John Street Studio and Gallery from 1978 to 2009.

Bill loved the Adirondack mountains. He climbed the 46 peaks while at Camp Lincoln, and again as an adult, who witnessed the beauty of the seasonal landscapes through the eyes of an artist. Bill’s art won multiple awards and was exhibited in numerous solo and group shows. Working in multiple media, he created abstract and representational pieces.

Bill was the most delightful paradox. A strong and athletic sportsman, and a man whom no one can describe without using the word “gentle.” He craved time alone in the mountains as well as spending time in New York City, where he lived in the early ’70s. Serious and intellectual, yet always alive with a boyish sense of wonder. He never ceased to lose inspiration, and never made an easy decision.

A curator of family tales and legends, Bill was a historian and archivist who chronicled his family’s storied past. Bill’s maternal grandparents, the Brewsters, were early descendants of Lake Placid. His grandfather, O. Byron Brewster, served as a state supreme court justice on the New York Appellate Court.

Bill loved his family and stayed in touch with them all, including cousins near and far.

We will feel him in all the art he left behind for the world, and endeavor to carry on his legacy of caring for the environment and for one another.

Bill is survived by his beloved sisters, Christine Evans of Burlington, Vermont and Marion Jeffers of Keene Valley and his brother-in-law, Gregory Jeffers. He leaves behind three devoted nieces: Jennifer Danish, her husband Kyle and children Sam and Sophie; Jesse Jakobe, her husband Henry and their son Tucker; and Maya Judd and her four children, Oscar, Maple, Fox and Oslo. He was preceded in death by his parents, William Evans III and Jane Brewster Evans.

Donations in his memory can be made to any of the following organizations: The Adirondack History Museum in Elizabethtown; The Visitor Interpretive Center at Paul Smith’s College; Keene Arts; or the Adirondack Mountain Club. A celebration of Bill’s life is being planned in Keene Valley for spring 2026

Some pieces Bill shared in the 50th Reunion Essay

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  1. Bill, Louie Papp and I were the three students from the Utica area who matriculated to Yale in 1965.

    Bill introduced himself to me as such at our 50th, and I subsequently visited his his gallery in Jay, New York later that year, when I bought a cold Adirondack winter landscape. I wrote bill in 2024 that I had missed seeing him at our 55th, and wanted him to know how much I was enjoying the painting. He replied with a photo of a recent painting.

    The guy had talent.