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3 People To Emulate: Barry White, Bob Ross And Batman

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When I think of what kind of person I want to truly be, and what qualities I to live my life by, I think of these three people. Barry White, who regardless of his size and looks was a sexy bad ass crooner and was not the typical out of the box entertainer. Bob Ross, who always made it clear that if you mess up, make it a happy accident, and Batman, because despite having no super powers, he honed what skills he had, and he never gave up or quit trying despite being just a man.

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My Friend, Mentor and Teacher

I learned today that my mentor, friend and teacher Jim Lebick passed away last May. I knew him for over 20 years. I lost touch with him over the years, and I had been trying to contact him for months. He last contacted me around the time of his death, but I did not afford him of my time. He was sick and on pain pills when he called me, and not totally coherent. I did not realize how sick he was. I was not there for him when he needed me. Apparently his funeral service was private and there was no newspaper mention of his him or his life.

I will honor my friend with what I can: his story, his artwork and his teachings. He was a master artist who was not limited to painting(these are his attached)and drawing; he engraved on bull horns and antlers, did amazing pottery, bead work and he also was a master chef. He was trained as a medicine man in the Navajo reservation in Tuba City, AZ, was an illustrator and graphic designer before computers , worked in Chinatown as artist of traditional Chinese paintings, and an adept master of the Kabbalah and was also a humble janitor. Above all these things, he was a private, humble and gentle soul who was always kind to anyone, even those who judged him for his choices and his path. I was not there to honor him when he passed, but I will honor his teachings by teaching others, and keep his spirit of kindness and gentleness alive in this world that needs a spirit like his more than ever.

Goodbye Jim

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My Father’s Father

My dad was an artist, and lived a frustrating life proving to himself and the world that he was a great artist. He believed himself to be a failure since he wasn’t a famous artist by 40. His father was an Everyman and an artist too. My grandfather was a boxer, teacher, engineer and painter, but not a very good father. So here I am, a father and an artist too. Trying to break a cycle and represent my family of artists in the same breath.

My Grandfather’s painting from 1945 

As I experience life as a father of three, I see my father in a different light, not a good or bad one, just different. I wish my adult self could talk to his younger self. I would tell him: “You don’t have to be famous to be loved or appreciated”, and I would tell my grandfather ( as my adult self) : “It’s not just about you”. So these are things for me to hear as well to break a cycle of sadness.