| Jerome’s Allhallowtide It is November 3, 2025 — the 30th anniversary of Jerome Caja’s death. Every year when this day creeps up, it feels auspicious and witchy. It is a day ripe for reflection. Because this is the time of year when the veil between the living and the dead is said to be at its thinnest, I summon Jerome from the other world and feel him nestle deep inside my bones. I find his restless (and relentless) spirit oddly comforting. Reflecting Back Exactly one year ago today I was in Cleveland, Ohio with Jerome’s mother, Bernardine Caja. We were sitting together at her kitchen table honoring her son’s death by reading aloud letters he had written to her. She has been doing this ritual for years alone on this special date. It was a blessing to be invited in and share that extremely intimate moment with her. It’s an Omen I find it uncanny how three consecutive holidays: All Hallows’ Eve, All Hallows’ Day, and All Souls’ Day fall on the cusp of Jerome’s death. It is no coincidence that Jerome lived through his last three beloved holidays and then died the day after.
Now Let’s See What Jerome Conjures up Next As I am sitting here looking back on this transformational year with The Jerome Project and my film, there is this one very strange memory that stands out and still sends a chill down my spine. It’s something I never really gave much thought to until now. Again, like we always do, Bernie and I were sitting at her kitchen table chatting about her son Jerome and his art and reminiscing about his antics. Off the cuff I asked her if she thought Jerome was resting in peace. Under her breath, in a deadpan and dead-serious way, she simply stated — “My son does not want to rest in peace.” The Witching Hour I have to say, as the darkest part of the day approaches on this 30th anniversary of Jerome’s death, I completely and wholeheartedly agree with Bernie. I don’t believe Jerome ever wanted peace beyond the grave; on the contrary, I think he wanted to instigate, agitate, and disrupt forever. It is his power. It is his strength. Most importantly, it is how he infiltrates our subconscious and manages to get underneath our skin like no one else. Knowledge is dangerous (even terrifying) when wielded as beautifully as Jerome did. As I type these words, all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. In Veneration of Jerome Together let’s take a moment to close our eyes, commune with the dead and contemplate — “What uneasiness lurks in the shadows and how can it alter our daily lives in a way that profoundly frees our spirit?” ‘Tis the season of the dead.
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by Anthony Cianciolo
by Anthony Cianciolo
by Anthony Cianciolo
by Anthony Cianciolo
On May 1st, my new exhibition, FOUND: The Lost Art of Jerome Caja, had a soft opening at ANGLIM/TRIMBLE gallery. It was part of what’s called “First Saturday,” a monthly San Francisco gallery-crawl at Minnesota Street Project. The show is nestled inside a free-standing alcove in the main gallery. Shannon Trimble, the owner and director of the gallery, said that this intimate, walled-off space is what inspired him to include Jerome in this group show. As the gallery started filling up on opening day, a family with a little boy came strolling around the corner. When they first saw the Jerome portion of the show, they had a delightful, wide-eyed look of excitement. They were fully engaged and intent on not missing a single piece of the 80+ works of Jerome’s art (paintings, photos, drag ephemera, etc.). It was beautiful to watch this family take in Jerome’s art as a playful exploration together. I snapped a lovely photo of them huddled around the central display case enjoying everything. Just then, the boy who was about eight years old, asked his mother — “Mommy, why does this woman have a toaster plugged into her vagina?” The mother said she didn’t know, and told the boy to ask me. I told him that while I didn’t know exactly what the artist had in mind when he painted it, I encouraged him to look at the toaster in relation to the other objects in the painting. We then examined all the sunny-side-up eggs that were also popping out of the toaster and raining down on the woman, who stands naked in a shower. This led to a lovely conversation about fertility, ovulation, and women having eggs inside them for reproduction. The little boy took in everything I said, and, with a smile, shifted his gaze to the adjacent paintings. He had a blast discovering all the other eggs in numerous paintings and joyfully pointed them out to everyone else in the gallery. I love that this boy intuitively understood Jerome. His playful curiosity was beautiful to observe. I also love that his parents were so comfortable exposing him to challenging art. Once the family was done looking at the exhibition, I pulled the mother aside and told her how moved I was by my interaction with her family and how my parents would have been very hesitant for me to see such provocative art at such a young age. Without missing a beat, she replied — “Oh yeah, we have a gynecologist in our household, and we have these kinds of conversation all the time.” It is moments like this that confirm why I am doing what I am doing with Jerome Caja’s art and artistic legacy. I believe that Jerome wanted people to enjoy talking about uncomfortable, complex subjects that can easily be misunderstood or, even worse, dismissed. Untitled (nude woman in shower with toaster and eggs) by Jerome Caja, 10 x 7 x .5 inches, circa 1995 (private collection)
Post by Anthony Cianciolo
Post by Anthony Cianciolo
Post by Anthony Cianciolo
ATTENTION: Jerome Caja Lovers, DJ Lovers, Vinyl Lovers & most importantly Lewis Walden Lovers — As many of you have heard, our friend Lewis recently lost his entire record collection (5000+ albums). This music was integral to San Francisco’s queer counterculture nightlife in the late 80’s & early 90’s (Club Screw, Club Chaos & Club Uranus). Lewis Walden and Michael Blue created these clubs that set the stage for Jerome to perform his signature spastic go-go dancing and infamous skag-drag performances. Jerome’s close friend, Adam Klein (AKA Miss Rena McDonald), said it best in his book Jerome After the Pageant — “Thanks to Chaos and Club Uranus for allowing the lunatics to take over the asylum.” Let’s help build Lewis’s vinyl collection back up again. We all know that these types of personal art collections are way more than just stuff in the end. They are our archives, our history, and a lifeline in times of need. It is our intent to help out a friend right now, and with your help, let’s rebuild and create something new for Lewis!
by Anthony Cianciolo
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