Being an invisible double minority,
as a boy, Richard purchased a sewing machine
and began to
design.
By high school he made all the prom queens’ dresses to the dismay of his conversatvie, Mid-Western parents.
“Richard, why don’t you want to be a doctor?!?”
On stage Rich creates new worlds and recreates old painful ones that he fearlessly revisits, even as they break his heart.
His healing hands, hearty laugh and quick smile propel him into human arts with a generous sprinkling of the divine.
He is quickly becoming the most visible invisible person I’ve ever seen.
In some ways that tribute reminded me a little of the great Chris Ofili, who I hope to meet one day…
I was a tomboy when I was younger. Always getting dirty in the mud, climbing trees (including the one I fell out of and ripped my pants from). Then, of course, there are the stories from my youth about creating trouble, getting into trouble, and throwing snowballs at cars in the winter. One was even a police car! Whoops!