Eye Light
Watching him, is like watching someone running up the down esculator while mixing paints and eating breakfast. Yeah trippy. He is tall, very thin, has long brown hair, a scraggly beard, which he is very proud of, and he is always thinking of a hundred different things at once. He looks like a mop; a mop that has been used and turned upside down.
You can never understand Steven Garret just by looking at him; meaning you can not understand his thought process or his creative genius. You might think you understand him quickly because he is rather loud and seems to blurt out whatever come to his mind. However, that loud child-like figure is only one small side of Steven.
As soon as Steven picks up pastels or oil paints, he changes into a master worker. His expression and manner of speaking change and his blue eyes appear to radiate expressive light; when you see that light in his eyes, it is evident that his entire mind is active and focused. He creates images in his mind and makes tangible those images with his talented fingers and brush. Steadily, his work takes shape and his tense face relaxes; but his eyes still glow. After he is satisfied with his work, he reverts back to his oddball self, the side that fools everyone into thinking he has no purpose in life or practical talents.
For me, it is always a pleasure to be around Steven. He is most at home in art galleries, where he can display his work or look at the work of other local artists. Or at times he is tucked away somewhere isolated from other people. Why isolated? Haha, because he becomes easily irritated at the attitudes of most people. Where ever he may be, he is easy to spot; he towers above most everyone.
Steven is the most unique person I have ever met. Deep within his artistic, chaotic core, is a loving, caring friend. When I’m not feeling great, he is always available to help, always ready to talk and heal with words. And, when he is feeling crappy, he knows I’m around. We depend upon each other for comfort, and comedy relief. He is a bit strange at times, but perhaps being strange is merely a coping skill. We have done really ridiculous and pointless things together, like argue for hours over the difference between “brown” and “dark tan” or shouting out worthless nothings just to annoy people (annoy people, together we are good at that). It’s funny, he is the most unique person I have come across, and yet we are so much alike. He is by far one of the best and most trusted friends I have ever had.
Look around for him sometime; he and I will be laughing at something no one else gets. Jump in his truck for a ride; he will most likely take you on a Steve-tour (it’s like a detour only 200 times more rad). Or if you go to a art gallery, look for one of his paintings; they are kind of scary-looking. Who knows, he might just be there. Talk to him, he might actually talk back, depending on his mood of course. Observe and listen to him; you will start running up the down escalator with him. If Steven does not respond to you, or you feel that your conversation is going nowhere, hand him some paint and a brush, and as you do, look for a light in his eye. You will learn much more about Steven from that light than you ever will from words.
You can never understand Steven Garret just by looking at him; meaning you can not understand his thought process or his creative genius. You might think you understand him quickly because he is rather loud and seems to blurt out whatever come to his mind. However, that loud child-like figure is only one small side of Steven.
As soon as Steven picks up pastels or oil paints, he changes into a master worker. His expression and manner of speaking change and his blue eyes appear to radiate expressive light; when you see that light in his eyes, it is evident that his entire mind is active and focused. He creates images in his mind and makes tangible those images with his talented fingers and brush. Steadily, his work takes shape and his tense face relaxes; but his eyes still glow. After he is satisfied with his work, he reverts back to his oddball self, the side that fools everyone into thinking he has no purpose in life or practical talents.
For me, it is always a pleasure to be around Steven. He is most at home in art galleries, where he can display his work or look at the work of other local artists. Or at times he is tucked away somewhere isolated from other people. Why isolated? Haha, because he becomes easily irritated at the attitudes of most people. Where ever he may be, he is easy to spot; he towers above most everyone.
Steven is the most unique person I have ever met. Deep within his artistic, chaotic core, is a loving, caring friend. When I’m not feeling great, he is always available to help, always ready to talk and heal with words. And, when he is feeling crappy, he knows I’m around. We depend upon each other for comfort, and comedy relief. He is a bit strange at times, but perhaps being strange is merely a coping skill. We have done really ridiculous and pointless things together, like argue for hours over the difference between “brown” and “dark tan” or shouting out worthless nothings just to annoy people (annoy people, together we are good at that). It’s funny, he is the most unique person I have come across, and yet we are so much alike. He is by far one of the best and most trusted friends I have ever had.
Look around for him sometime; he and I will be laughing at something no one else gets. Jump in his truck for a ride; he will most likely take you on a Steve-tour (it’s like a detour only 200 times more rad). Or if you go to a art gallery, look for one of his paintings; they are kind of scary-looking. Who knows, he might just be there. Talk to him, he might actually talk back, depending on his mood of course. Observe and listen to him; you will start running up the down escalator with him. If Steven does not respond to you, or you feel that your conversation is going nowhere, hand him some paint and a brush, and as you do, look for a light in his eye. You will learn much more about Steven from that light than you ever will from words.
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haha...people are great
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