Teacher, Artist, Mentor, and especially a Friend... who'll never be able to be replaced.
I wrote this while pinned up at work this morning after I found out...I just wanted to share it with everyone even though it's a little corny:
"I've never felt so exposed...as I slipped off my robe to get dressed; the cold room enveloped my naked body, as I thought about what Adrian had just called to tell me, it left me weak and saddened. The tears began to pour... I haven’t cried in over a year, they hit me hard. How could it be true...for a brief moment I thought or more so wished that it was a mistake but then my brain flickered back...
Stan Sporny was an amazing person, sure he had his flaws, but he was full of wisdom. He had become an "unsaid" mentor in my life. He always stood up for what he believed in, no matter who it pissed off. He genuinely cared about students, something hard to find in many other teachers. I found myself looking forward to and longing to take another class with him just to be around him, even though I'm not a painting major...I had already taken 3 classes with him, and would sacrifice time to just be around him and hear his ideas. Sporny did a lot with his life. The fact that he had lived in a foreign country, Sri Lanka, amazed me… I loved to hear his stories and see his art from this place that was always on his lips. I cannot help but feel like Stan Sporny was the last of genuine artists who lived, breathed, and ate making art that was inspiring to them and to others, the last of generation. Life in the Art Department is going to change dramatically without him; it will never be the same.
The poem “Horas tras horas” Is Roslia de Castros thoughts about life and death. The poem expresses her concerns about how everything on earth expires and therefore she does not know where to leave her soul. Like any genuine artist Stan Sporny has left his soul in his art, and especially with his new son,James and all his family.
