In my life: my MastersThese men and women baptized, fostered and mentored my spiritual and creative imagination and understanding :
My Parents: Molly Stewart Dean & William Wynant Dean
When I was one, my mother was paralyzed with polio. I grew up doing
what I could for her....which was a lot. I came home directly
from elementary and secondary school so the help could leave and stayed
with her until Dad came home....and in those 2 or 3 hours every day,
she informed my mind and my intellect. She was an intellectual, a
Smith graduate (and had met my Dad at Yale Nursing/Med). She read
prodigiously, fiction and non-fiction.
But her greatest gift her daily witness of courage, love and the indomitable
transcendence of spirit.
My father taught me artisanry and curiosity, my mother, heart and
spirit. The two of them showed me how a bonfire of love can laugh
and sing in the face of disaster and affliction. They encouraged
and supported me in every interest, talent and enthusiasm I had.
They never pressured me to ambitions or success, perhaps because their
own trials has burnt away everything to the centrality of love and
I speak of both of them here...
This is a relatively recent picture....he was much younger when he
taught a wonderful, light-filled studio art class and became my
Independent Study mentor at Amherst College (which transformed a C+
indifference there to a world of visual imagination and a cum laude graduation) . He was subsequently and very duplicitously
black-balled by the head of the Art History department when his tenure
decision came up.
... who taught me darkroom fine work (alas, now a thing of the past), large format camera, the Zone System and imagery. Some of his work;
page left and right at the little "View" link at the bottom right. I
never saw his equal in black and white. He looked like an Italian
dock worker...but was a concert-level pianist, a Gurdjieff master and a
man of delicacy and incredible perception.
...who showed me the way of kundalini yoga. Without artifice,
without dogma, without domination, without false magic. He manifested,
hosted and gave away the experience of immanent godhead. I had
the enormous fortune to have my life run parallel to his for two
years....being in his presence was like being in a room with thunderbolts.
...and last, but hardly least, the women who have partnered with me...
Who have put up with me, who have shown me my failings, who have been
the better half of the parenting I have struggled with. What a
Such as these we can never repay, we can only pay it forward.