Go Create Some Art
Remembering my Father, Bruce A. Fenton
Go create some art today.
Within a week or two of his passing, the Library of Alexandria came up in conversation. My father noted with regret that we will never know what humanity lost from that Library.
For me, the loss of my father is like the loss of a human Library of Alexandria. His knowledge and his incredible brain is one of the things I will miss most about him.
He had a knack of telling a story or answering a question with a sidebar – some extra interesting tidbit from history or his vast knowledge. It’s a type of wisdom that was engaging and couldn’t be faked.
I looked through our old messages last week and saw over a decade of questions I asked him- everything from what type of insulation to use to how to improve sound quality on my videos to how to wire our train we first played with when I was 12. He was so smart.
He was a thinker and a voracious reader.
His best qualities were:
– His Humility
– His Caring for others – he took care of his partner Victoria for 20 years and was always thoughtful
– Seeing art and the beauty in everything
He talked with many people and had many friends but he listened more than he spoke.
He always wanted to help out and never to be a burden.
Whether it was hanging drywall or drawing a new logo, he would help his family and friends in any way he could.
He took care of his tools and would always have a sharpe knife to carve the the Turkey on Thanksgiving.
He’d take out the trash all the way up to a week before he went into the hospital. He always wanted to help.
He did not make himself the center of attention even though he was the most interesting person in the room
He loved magic tricks and entertaining.
Magic magic magic
He did Magic tricks when I was a little kid in the driveway of my grandparents house Marlboro
I wonder why he loved magic to much: the combination of camaraderie- he loved speaking to his friends on the Magic Cafe forum, and he loved the engineering / problem solving and the ability to delight.
He also loved Fishing. He wanted to get a Striped Bass off our dock.
I’d imagine he loved fishing because of the tranquillity.
This is probably why he loved and respected Native American culture – the minimalist idea of being in balance with the environment and connected in harmony with nature.
He was a man who appreciated the moment — enjoying the beauty of our world.
He’d often look around and breath it all in.
He loved freedom.
He disliked rule makers.
He had Wisdom.
He looked forward not backward.
He had a curious mind.
He would also how things are made and talk to people about their lives. He loved reading about interesting people like Nichola Tesla and Carlos Castenada.
He knew of countless musicians before others discovered them — and movies. One of my favorite memories is seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark on opening day in 1981.
He had a knack of knowing about things before they were cool. He was the first person I knew of who watched YouTube used a GoPro, FireWire, Digital cameras he always said he invented a predecessor to MTV
I’m so glad people got to meet him.
I feel even happier for those who got to know him well.
He said he wanted to live as long as he could still bring joy into the world. He could have done that for 1000 more years I’m sure of it.
Creating art. Bringing joy. Entertaining — these were his passions.
Being a person who saw the world differently. He’d play videos games with his grandchildren and they got delight when he’d see things things in the games that only an artists eye can see.
One of my dad’s greatest achievements is one he never talked about and never mentioned. This was that he did not have a drink for over 15 years and loved a clean lifestyle.
He had talent – he designed the Sturbridge village logo drew it by hand
He had an artist eye his phone had dozens of photos of birds.
He had so many skills.
The qualities I would emulate from him:
Seeing beauty in everything
Desiring to entertain to bring joy — to inform
He appreciated people for thier work — artists
Would take people to task for not appreciating the time of artists — he didn’t like free gigs and wanted everyone to be respected.
He would be in conversations for hours – but unlike me was not a talker — he had a lot to say but would listen more.
There was a sort of a quiet modesty he inherited from his father…from his mother he inherited tenacity and fight.
He once said he wanted his gravestone to read:
He also wanted a monument that said
“Let us spray” – a blank wall with place that allowed spray paint and would allow any artist to make any kind of art they wanted.
I’d love to find such a place.
Meanwhile // in his memory — go make some art.
The best way I can think of to honor my dad would be to create some artwork. It doesn’t matter if you are talented or not — my Dad would love the idea of people creating or supporting artists in his memory.
Thank you for reading and remembering my father. Hopefully this will help people see the beauty in the world as he did.