So nice to talk to you today but such sad news about Paul. Read More…

Thank you so much for welcoming me to your home yesterday. I was profoundly moved by seeing you and the "kids", all your "new" friends and all the "old" friends. I had dreams about pit bull boxer mix puppies all night.
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In the summer of 1973, I arrived at Wilson Hill Road for the first time, a house and a barn a couple of miles up a hill from the town of Hoosick Falls, NY, an unlikely place for a film school. I was interviewing for a space as an “apprentice” at The Gray Film Atelier, a romantic notion that appealed to my 20-year-old sensibilities. The teacher, Paul Gray, had been the Head of the Drama and Film Department at Bennington College, according to my friend Abby, who had known Paul at Bennington. Read More…

Mr. Gray—director, writer, possibly the most aggressively bad pun artist in the English language, but most importantly teacher and mentor. My teacher and mentor. It’s only been in recent years that I allowed myself to call him Paul. But today I want to call him Mr. Gray again. Out of respect. He has been a part of my life since I was 17 years old. And that’s been many, many years. Read More…

Thank you for letting us know about Paul. As a group of filmmakers- and media producers based in Vienna, Austria, we worked together in the early 90s in a company called MISSING LINK movie research group. In this framework we had the honour to bring Paul as a teacher and as a director to Austria. For all of us the encounter with Paul was a major milestone in our careers. This was more than 25years ago. Until today we often refer to him as a teacher and mentor. Read More…

We are very saddened to hear the news. My wife Daina and I are old friends of the Gray’s and spoke with Gretchen at length yesterday. Thank you for taking the lead at her time of need. Although we are unable to attend the service I wanted to offer a few words of appreciation for a man who had a great impact on many lives including my own. Read More…

Almost forty-three years ago, after one year of college, I became an apprentice filmmaker in the god forsaken village of Hoosick Falls, a hamlet buried in upstate NY next to---nothing---with a man whose attire never was going to make the cover of GQ. He wore either a Brooklyn Dodger or New York Mets’ hat, had one gold earring, owned 2 boxers, had 4 kids, 1 red VW microbus and 1 wife – who as everyone here knows, is more than enough for any man. Read More…

Thank you so much for letting us know about Paul. I was worried when we didn’t get a Christmas letter and photo from them this year. I kept telling myself maybe they were out traveling the world and we would get a New Year’s update any day. The more time that passed, I felt in my heart something was up. Read More…

Thank you for sharing this with me.  Paul was a great mentor to me early in my college career.  He will be greatly missed. Read More…

Paul Thomas Gray, 87, succumbed to complications of Parkinson’s Disease on January 13, 2018. Read More…

There is a huge ache in my heart today. Paul Thomas Gray has died. He was my mentor and friend, and he inspired me. Read More…