In my life: my Masters

These men and women baptized, fostered and mentored my spiritual and creative imagination and understanding :

My Parents, Molly Stewart Dean and 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 spirit.

I speak of both of them here...



Jerrold Maddox




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.

Paul Caponigro



... 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. 

Rudi (Albert Rudolf)

...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 gift.

Such as these we can never repay, we can only pay it forward.