In Pursuit of Connection

The last 75 years of her life were spent in pursuit of connection, not perfection, unlike the initial twenty years. In her 20’s she realized that the meaning of life, her life at least, was to connect with others. She accomplished this in varying ways, sometimes choreographing deeply moving dances or writing intensely real and raw plays which dealt with human tendencies and suffering.

She had her moments of suffering, which fueled her art and inspired her successful painting career. She got into film in her mid twenties after being seen in a low budget student film. Her breakout was unconventional and she remained grateful until the end for her luck that day.

The films she starred in and wrote were wildly funny and touching. She saw things from a very unique perspective, an insight the world needed after the Trump era wrecked havoc on America.

Her various creative endeavors brought her around the world. She affected and was affected by thousands of people, their photographs, poetry and letters kept in a box by her bed.

With the wealth that she came upon she helped local farmers stay afloat and passionately explored sustainable agriculture. She was a prime player in changing the face of American cuisine. She also helped support numerous musical and visual artists to get on their feet.

She was a mentor, friend, cheerleader, groupie, and advisor to hundreds of up and coming artists. She didn’t take herself too seriously, though, especially in the latter end of her life. Her years spent with her improv team were some of her fondest and she applied the “Yes, And” philosophy to the rest of her life.

She realized life was a game and one that you couldn’t possibly win so competing was unnecessary. Laughter filled the house she shared with her family. Her doors were always open to visitors, friends, and strangers alike as she was eager to learn from anyone she could.

She was proficient in multiple languages. Learning was something she did up until the day she passed away. In her lifetime she did numerous things, succeeding and failing an equal amount, loving every moment of the journey.

She lives on in her films, plays, ballets, paintings, sketch comedies, books, poems, recipes, and the love of her life who outlived her much to her delight.

Her dying hope was that people would remember their humanity. She watched as technology took over and human interaction became obsolete. She watched as people flocked to their therapists and sunk in self doubt because they didn’t know how to be in the presence of another anymore.

The whole point is to look into someone else’s eyes and feel something.

She hoped that people would remember that. She died peacefully in her home in Brooklyn.

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