Met a guy yesterday at this arts fair that I was a part of. I saw him approaching from my periphery, plotting the right time to make his intro. He was kind enough to at least let me finish my conversation with the attractive buyer purchasing a pack of my cards. They leave, he comes barging in, seemingly over-enthused to meet a kindred spirit? and after acknowledging my work for less than a second by looking up at me directly in my eyes begins reeling off how he lost his mother some years back and how that hugely devastating event brought him so inside himself that he started making drawings of upmost intensity. Starting with a mark and watching the marks begin to spill out in organic revelations of self. He said it saved him. That he was able to find his true self through the medium of drawing and I saw genuine crazy in this man. I was intently listening to him because he seemed just whacked out enough to have been really really messed up by the loss of his mother as to have something to say about the deep cavernous beyond. I gave him my card and offered a look at my friend Greg's work but this almost seemed to him as a insult, that I had betrayed his approaching me in the first place. He said his name was 'Chiro' or 'Spiro' or 'Spyro'? He said his area was just down there and pointed. I said 'Ok, cool man' and he gently but restlessly waved goodbye. Later as I was heading to the beer vendor I forgottenly walked by 'SpyroGyro's' 'area' almost stepping on his work. No table set up, just his outsider collages on cardboard of things I couldn't get interested over enough to spend time looking at laid out on the floor. If I let him he would have talked my ear off about the details and intricacies of meaning imbued in each piece but I was focused at that point on intoxification of a different kind and luckily he was already talking to someone else. This obituary is for you 'Chyro'.
BRUSSEL - Mrs. Amanda Wiggins Dartmouth passed away on February 22, 1995. She was born to Thomas and Lessie Dartmouth on September 13, 1927.
She married Calvin John Dartmouth on June 16, 1938. They lived in Woodberry County most of their lives and operated several daycare centers together coming to be known by the community as the place 'children never want to leave.' Together they raised money enough to open a county recreational facility for the youth and organized their first softball league for adults. Amanda taught ballet and classical dance methods to children at Dartmouth's Dance which she founded in 1974. Later coming to be known as one of the most accomplished dance center's in the state. From which such nationally acclaimed dancer's as Donald Holden, Pierce Bent, and Suzy Garber originally learned and trained.
After the death of her husband in 1989, Amanda continued teaching ballet and began producing original plays for the recreational center she and her husband created. One of her more famous pieces was called 'The Toymaker' and was performed in 2003 by the Pennsylvania Ballet as a dedication to her work and life in ballet. Mrs. Dartmouth had the ability to touch the heart of all who came in contact with her through her generous spirit and compassionate heart.
Mrs. Dartmouth is survived by her two daughters Meredith and Lisa and son Stanley; two grandchildren.
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Looks like you made an impression. Perhaps he wanted to share your table? Perhaps he was a point of reference.
He was a wild character. Seemed he really felt I would be there with him, that I would have something to expound on his lose for he came right up and into his story, like I was his psychoanalyst and he had something he needed to tell me. I think he made just as much an impression on me.
There are always worse off, always better off, then you. It's who you compare yourself to which makes the difference. Some are lazy, only compare themselves to others who are lazier and pat themselves. Pat, pat, pat. Others are in a constant state of flux, organizing, reorganizing, evolving their blood and sweat into machines of progress.
That man probably had more interesting stories than most would. He's seen a lot, lost a lot. He wants to share with someone who might understand, someone who might 'get it.'
I wonder how people will perceive me when I am completely debilitated by vicious cycles of uncontrollable thoughts. I'd want them to know I wasn't always that way too, whoever might care or listen to a once sane crazy person.
It's true, by comparing yourself to people you admire for what they've done say to improve the world or for their ferocious work ethic or for their talented singing voice or perceptive writing ability, you are creating for yourself icons that you aim to surpass eventually.
If you (referring to you Sabra) continue along the path you are taking I think people will look at you in admiration and respect for your talents and individuality and use you as a marker point along their own walks toward success/career/self-development/inspirations. It's inevitable, thirsty minds go where the healthiest juices spring and that's where people like Tesla and Zappa and you drink.
Mmm, poor Tesla. He and Mark Twain were good friends you know. Two very smart, quirky characters.
wow, sad but also quite hilarious...the end to your blog of course (hoping to not come off as an inconsiderate human).
cheers to the intricacy of the beyond
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