Gregory Ewald

If Greg had to write his own obituary/eulogy, it would simply say “My God! I’m magnificent!” His Magnificence, Gregory Martin Ewald, was presumably found by his family under a rock in Wyoming on April 6, 1964. A whirlwind of color, weirdness and other-worldly ego was unleashed and spent the next 49 years creating art from a multitude of mediums, most notably through painting, writing short stories and screen plays, sculpting and fine-scale modeling of dinosaurs, planes and ships, including his prized (and sorry if I get this wrong) GATO class pink submarine. A man not only of many talents, but also many feelings, which is what made his art so passionate. I wish some of those emotions had stayed on his canvas and stories, but one can’t be a brilliant genius without some madness. It’s difficult to classify a man who embodied so many states of being, but his best involved his capacity for love: for his friends, some of whom have known him for 30 or more years, his family, myself and his birds- notably Cristobel and Archimedes. He departed from us on March 7, 2014 after a long struggle with his demons, and it is my hope that he resides among the stars, not dead, just dreaming with his Elder Gods and Mech Warriors.