Wilmington College - Wilmingtonian Yearbook (Wilmington, OH)

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Dedication There are those artists who wish supersede their work. Reminds one of T. S. Eliot's remark that many of the mod- ern poets are more dominated by their or he worry about being poets than creating ,wwyaaa ,, f, ,reggf Q .air ,. ,aim 'T 'mmf-g.A poetry. Wayne Green has always allowed his art to speak for itself, for he is dedicated to it and not personality. Therefore it is fitting that words be dedicated to him. Few people know Wayne Green as a man. Perhaps this is as it should be: we like to think of our artists as excruciatingly sensitive, different creatures who struggle through life friendless and magnificent on their way to doom. This tender of thought becomes very heroic and very trite very soon. Certainly Mr. Green is sen- sitive, and if he is different, that simply proves he is not a coward. I have known him as being kind, gentle, practically inaudible, and a lover of the work of Thomas Wolfe. I often felt he had met Wolfe, been friends with him, or had somehow known the man who wrote the books. But of course he never hadg he just made one feel that way, and made one care that he cared. His work generates the same strength, a masculine, yet almost innocent love. I understand that Mr. Green is now ill to the degree that he cannot creatively use his hands. How painfully like prison such an illness must be to a sculptor. Yet he has been ill before and continued to work. And I cannot believe his present trouble will last. But these considerations are beside the point. Wayne Green is the most human person I know, whose personal truth supersedes any art. --Stanley Plumley 9 ' zswoao f wma: Gum, Amsr m nesmucsi ' rnv. ,..,... .,., revvse' if .W , f ,ff fw, M , VV it ,Lt ,, ' ' ' ., 25j'3-591931-72. f W I 2 J