The story of J Hampton is tragic and poingant and bitter sweet. He was a lonely man, and poor. He was an artist in found media. He died in obscurity, but a free man, and proud of his humble career, by which he supported himself.
I was trying to learn today about empathy. This story is moving to me. I strongly identify with the inspired misfit, who keeps doing his work, for it's own sake.
I want to reach back through the mists of time and say to him, something to validate his work. Or give him some materials or tools to work with. He was very secretive in life. After he died miracles happened, and his work was preserved, and venerated even.
J Hampton is my hero in many ways. I strive for excellence in my work. I mostly keep it private or it remains misunderstood. I am too much the coward to self promote, i hide my light under a basket.
What if you wrote a great masterpiece, but never tried to publish and it was only ever a dusty box of old notebooks left in an attic? What if you painted portraits on the walls of an old barn?
I find the story deeply moving and oddly compelling, it changes me seeing it. Its a story about a mans faith, in a vision or visions and making the dream into reality by any means necessary.
This first video is the sad story of a great American, narrated by someone who speaks sweetly. It is a kind and compassionate review of a sad and lonely artist,
WHO NEVER GAVE UP NO MATTER WHAT
This one is a short video of the mans life work on display at a museum.
I was trying to learn today about empathy. This story is moving to me. I strongly identify with the inspired misfit, who keeps doing his work, for it's own sake.
I want to reach back through the mists of time and say to him, something to validate his work. Or give him some materials or tools to work with. He was very secretive in life. After he died miracles happened, and his work was preserved, and venerated even.
J Hampton is my hero in many ways. I strive for excellence in my work. I mostly keep it private or it remains misunderstood. I am too much the coward to self promote, i hide my light under a basket.
What if you wrote a great masterpiece, but never tried to publish and it was only ever a dusty box of old notebooks left in an attic? What if you painted portraits on the walls of an old barn?
I find the story deeply moving and oddly compelling, it changes me seeing it. Its a story about a mans faith, in a vision or visions and making the dream into reality by any means necessary.
This first video is the sad story of a great American, narrated by someone who speaks sweetly. It is a kind and compassionate review of a sad and lonely artist,
WHO NEVER GAVE UP NO MATTER WHAT
This one is a short video of the mans life work on display at a museum.
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