I've been writing letters to a few people this week who have both made a deep impression on my life and "moved on" to be with our Lord. Although they are gone, you may not be. And I'm not worried that you may be offended by that, for I'm sure you will never see this letter anyway. It's just my chance to transition my writings back to the living by offering my gratitude to you.
Thank you for introducing art to me.
As my eighth grade teacher you had the capacity to allow both math and art to exist within you. (As I remember, those were the only two subjects you taught!) And I like how you went about it... not an intro of me to art, but an intro of art to ME. You saw my comfort with both abstract thinking and linear logic living together within me. You saw my inclination toward creating space for myself to explore with paint and pencil. You saw my young openness toward gaining a new way of seeing.
Thank you.
You would love my wife.
You would still love my often wild thinking and inclinations and love for good poetry.
It's amazing what a good teacher can birth.
