Meet the Boys in Chairs: Andy, Ken, and Frank

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Andrew Gurza, a complex personality, exudes warmth, anger? You decide.

Frank Hull, choreographer and dancer, tells his story.

Ken Harrower’ brilliantly plays himself in the play, Boys in Chairs, 2017.

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the hall

an intaglio from 1983

 

An Extraordinary Relationship, as I Came To See It

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“Good friends pass away,like days do.” said the Dalai Lama. But my friend will take a lot of days.

This is the last time I will see my hospice volunteer. When I got the news last week I cried and cried because I valued our friendship, this man so much. I don’t know what I assumed, that he would be here until the end of my days whenever that was. I couldn’t imagine calling EMS cuz  I thought this was the time, and having my hand held by some of the nurses I had met at the hospital.NG

The first time I met him I was amazed because he came from so far away and I admired the Tibetan people,  monk’s life, who knows. Then he showed me a movie made in Tibet, which glorified his people and country and yes, even the yaks. The man in the movie had the same name as his. We talked about Buddhism and the books he was reading. He loved to read and was always trying to better himself. I admired the way he thought about things. And he told me stories about this Jewish lady he worked with and how he tried to  help her thinking,  He is a good Buddhist.

Every week he washed my floor and took out the garbage. That helped me a lot especially on days when I had no more strength than to sit on the bed and watch him.  Twice he  walked across the street and bought me almond milk

He was a truly  happy person and would tell me happiness came from within and if you couldn’t do something about something then just accept it and move on. This is when I would get sad about my cancer. Sometimes I sat and cried, just because…

My hospice volunteer visited with me every Sunday for 15 months. Now he is gone to see his aunt and i am very grateful to have known him.

Tsering said he signed for a years commitment, and  hospice would likely never see  a relationship such as ours.  He came for almost 15 months, missing only once. He said it was because of me. I never would have thought of that. I thought it was more like he felt a duty taking care of his grandmother.

But he said it was because he liked me and learned  a lot from me. For him to say this was a supreme compliment and I will never doubt myself again.
I asked him if wanted a picture but he said he only had Tibetan pictures at his home.

It was a true gift to meet this man. He was funny, sincere, on and on. I never knew a man such as he  existed.Filled with compassion, And he taught me it seemed so natural. Listen the Buddhists are trained all their lives to live like this, Karma rules, But the compassion that is produced. what can I say.

I started again working on my one woman play with three beginnings,so even the late comers can come in at one of three designated times. Compassion hits home.

Funny I really drew him, like he was; he had  small hairlip.But he was so handsome. I’ll always remember him and then tears fill my eyes, with love and compassion.

My Self Portrait was all wrong.,Just One single head, they said.

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It’s Me

11x 14″ watercolor and graphite, $125

Self Portrait as a tight wire Walker

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breaking through the matrix, she falls into a sea of endless energy, infinity.

This piece is 11×14″ , pencil, colored pencils  and watercolor  on paper.

For sale $125 from this site, leave comment to contact me. Thank you.

Self Portrait of an Artist as an Artist

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I thought the self portrait should be more than just a face,so I incorporated a role with it.

Self Portrait of an Artist as an Artist.

this painting is an original 11 x 14″, watercolor and graphite on paper and sells at this site.

Improv from the Master’s Hand, Kate Ashbury

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Introducing the Improvers

The first group of improvers were sharp, on their toes and hilarious.

Improv Moves fast so keep up.

Kerry is out with a sweet young thing and leaves him jumping. On the left.

On the right , the family heals and they remain together.

And last we watch two funny, funny improvers.

Pick a word out of the bucket said Chad, it’s Angledust.

His partner sticks his whole head in, snorts, and rises above the chair.Yep that did it. I’m an angel, he calls out. Can it be? Everyone shakes their head in agreement.

That’s it Folks.

Original pictures belong to Kate Ashby. Prints for students and improvers, 20$, 30$ for all three. 11 x14″ leave me a comment or email to sammomann55@gmail.com

Dr. Radiation

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You’re right. Well I feel a little burnt and my lungs feel as if they’re stuck to the back of my chest. I can hardly walk , a few more steps, at the subway.  Startled I awoke, and didn’t know where’s I was. Oh my how did I get on the Yonge line?  I would have gotten off and changed. Driver nothing looks familiar. I don’t know ..oh you do, just tell me where to go. Thank you . I’m home.

Barbara eat something , more than potato chips, I had had two bags. I was wobbling and then I fell hard, backwards. I would be lying here till I died O.K,. Thursday.  I hurt then I made myself get up, like Jesus. Right to bed.

You won’t feel a thing.

After a week or so of a tortured bent over, gait, hunched over I aged about 50 years. I called the palliative care doctor. He came the next day and he said one of your legs is longer than the other,  aha you. have a broken hip. Which one right or left? I asked because  my foot was swollen from something else. Should I call the ambulance? I ‘ll  stay with you  until it comes.

No, no I’m doing something.

Three days later I  finished my 10 day overdue submission and agree to go get an X-ray. Then I had to decide which hospital. I had one choice and promised not to change it.  Arriving at 2 p.m. And at 1 a.m. I was declared fit as a fiddle, no breaks or anything.  I had to go by cab as I was too tired.

I told him not to be so certain until you’re certain with proof. I was walking and I had looked it up on the internet, Dr. Mazotta, anyone can be a doctor they just have to study a few years longer and pay more tuition. You don’t have to be that smart. He shook his head in agreement.

I only met one other MD who wasn’t that smart and he wa

Dr. Who missed the cancer diagnosis. How could he have been so stupid and it took another year and a half till I had an X-ray for something else. So I just want to say your lungs are in the back of your chest. He said it was because my book bag was too heavy.
Are you still moving to Canada?

Dr. Radiator said I had a year to live without treatment. When I arrived he asked me what I was doing back.  Right it was two years later.  I love proving people wrong, don’t you.

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Oh dear said the divas turning green

Don’t Cry for Me Venezuela, I Cry for the Children.

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VENEZUELA YOU ARE LIVING UNDER A TYRANT”S RULING CRUELTY. HE IS NOT YOUR PRESIDENT; DID YOU VOTE FOR A LEADER WHO WOULD STARVE YOU?  AND THE WORLD LOOKS ON…

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I’ll Teach Them to Drink Sunlight. Yummy, Filling Sunshine.

Message to the Venezuelan Despot

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Feed Your People. They live there, this is their home. For a few cents a day they could  love  you and work with you.

Amazing even I know this.