I love that painting of mine up there. And the owl one. And the big moon face one.
Go to Trunkt, it's pretty neat. :o)
Mark Twain...Letters from Hawaii, 1886
"The Refuge for the Weary"
"We landed at Kailua (Kona), a little collection of native grass houses reposing under coconut trees - the sleepiest, quietest, Sundayest looking place you can imagine. Ye weary ones that are sick of the labor and care, and the bewildered turmoil of the great world, and sigh for a land where ye may fold your tired hands and slumber your lives peacefully away, pack up your carpet sacks and go to Kailua! A week there ought to cure the saddest of you all."
Ray Friesz taught me how to paint. He always wore an eye patch and a navy blue sweatshirt. He was awesome.
Some of Ray's work:
He wasn't just a talented painter, he was also an especially wonderful teacher. I don't know what it was about his words that made sense to me, but every time I asked him anything, I walked away knowing exactly what to do. I will always be grateful for the time I spent with him. I will always be grateful for his teaching. I am positive that his instruction made my own art possible.
The last time I saw him, in June, I asked him what he was looking forward to painting at his "new address." (His words.) He said that he hadn't thought about it, but it was certainly a good thought. I told him that he would probably be put in charge of painting new galaxies, which he seemed to think was a fine idea. I told him he was an amazing teacher. He said that meant more to him than I could imagine. He told me I was like a blooming flower.
I will always miss him.
Services will be held on Friday, August 10th, at 6:30 in the evening at
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Images of Ray are ©
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