Filed under: Art, Inspiration | Tags: Art, Art Therapy, Boston, Devin Lomon-Humes, Graffiti, Inspiration, Paintings, Recovery, SMS, The Healing Arts
In 1998 my friend Devin had an “accident”.
…..whoa. ..Just writing an intro to this is harder than I would have ever imagined.
Devin. ……Devin’s a Boston based artist. ..shares a similar art background as me (y’all in the Boston graf circles might know him by another name) ..sometimes feels like family (we run in the same crew, SMS, represent!) .. we even share an odd “brotherhood” (we got the same birthday!). After the accident, I realized that he also shared some of my negative traits, like depression.
He then made a comeback that has inspired me more than I can ever explain. Just read the story. And big, big, big ups to Devin.
From the front page of the Boston Globe yesterday..
The Healing Arts
by Patricia Wen
Globe Staff/ April 12, 2009
“A suicide attempt left a son’s body broken, and his mother lost to guilt. With brush and bow, they have learned again to hope.
Every chance he gets, Devin Lomon-Humes paints. With all the energy his ravaged body can muster, he drags a brush across a canvas, using bold colors to make radiant forms that defy the darkness he knows so well.
Glynis Lomon, his mother, plays the cello. Pulling her bow in rapid-fire strokes, she creates urgent jazz rhythms that fill every nook of her Wellesley apartment, and help her say things she otherwise buries.
Their creations are also their escape. They talk little of the winter afternoon more than a decade ago when Devin decided to die and nearly succeeded, a day when Glynis left him alone for about an hour and almost lost him. Guilt consumes her.
Filling the quiet space between them is their art, which has become their balm and, as it turns out, their bond. This is the story of a young man and his mother, of a brush and a bow, and a long, unusual journey toward hope.
It was the winter of 1998, and Devin, 21, was a talented student at the Massachusetts College of Art, with roguish good looks that were winning him modeling contracts. But he was also tortured by depression and paranoid delusions. Glynis was a struggling single mother, working as a massage therapist to supplement her nominal income as a musician.
Friends found it hard to tell whether Devin’s behavior came from being part of a bohemian family – or was a sign of mental illness. Some madness may have been an inheritance: His father was the late Harold “Doc” Humes, a novelist and cofounder of the Paris Review whose gregarious life included at least one stint in a psychiatric ward.
When he was in Boston in the late 1970s, Humes was Glynis’s much-older, on-and-off boyfriend and father of Devin – though in name only. He was too caught up in his role as a kind of eccentric genius around Harvard Square, fascinating college students with his iconoclastic ideas, including the therapeutic effects of marijuana and massage, to focus too much on the child.
Devin began to show signs of instability in adolescence, and shortly after turning 21, his mind began spiraling into a perilous place. At a Dec. 28 session with his therapist, Devin barely spoke, and the next day, he was equally uncommunicative with his psychiatrist. But with the few words he did offer, Devin made it clear to both clinicians that he was having suicidal thoughts. Glynis says she heard her son explicitly tell his psychiatrist that he wanted to throw himself in front of a subway train.”
… read the rest of the article here.
Devin’s first painting done with the brush in his mouth technique
from his musican series
(photos: Boston Globe/Suzanne Kreiter. more here.)
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