Life Behind the Art: Paul Smith

Once again, we are reminded by the God Almighty that everything that He has created fits perfectly in its place. We are called to believe in His divinity and we are called to serve a purpose in our life. As we go on with our daily routine, as we gather strength to overcome our recent failures and as we continue to entertain the spirit of doubt and discontent, I ask you to take a look at the images here, and most especially, I ask you to take a look at the great man and his life’s purpose behind his great art.

 Images are taken from http://www.paulsmithfoundation.org

More of his art at  Paul Smith Foundation

 This is his story taken from the Paul Smith Foundation

 
Paul was born in Philadelphia on September 21, 1921. Although severe cerebral palsy kept him out of school, it didn’t prevent him from having a remarkable life. Never having a chance as a child to receive a formal education, Paul taught himself to become a master artist as well as a terrific chess player. With much humility and a charming, self-depreciating sense of humor, he became a man who excelled at making the lives of those around him much richer.

Paul spoke of his family and of his upbringing in very affectionate terms. He often recalled boating trips on the Delaware River and, later, to Bermuda. It’s no surprise that he made a couple dozen pictures of boats and ships.
As a young adult, Paul moved with his parents to Hollywood, Florida where he lived until they passed away.
His incredible visualization and calculation skills helped to make him a formidable chess player. Paul would stop doing just about anything else when he had a chance to play a game!

When typing, Paul used his left hand to steady his right one. Since he couldn’t press two keys at the same time, he almost always locked the shift key down and made his pictures using the symbols at the top of the number keys.

In other words, his pictures were based on these characters …

@     #     $     %     ^     &     *     (     )     _    

Across seven decades, Paul created hundreds of pictures. He often gave the originals away. Sometimes, but not always, he kept or received a copy for his own records. Be sure to visit the gallery at this site to see images of his pictures in detail. As his mastery of the typewriter grew, he developed techniques to create shadings, colors, and textures that made his work resemble pencil or charcoal drawings. In the sample collection of his work at this site are examples from a variety of stages in Paul’s development as an artist. It’s interesting to see how he gradually refined his use of perspective and coloring, and how his subject matter reflected the events and personalities of the times.

From 1967 until his death on June 25, 2007, Paul lived at Rose Haven Nursing Center in Roseburg, Oregon, USA.
He was, and is, an inspiration for all.

For more information about Paul, and additional samples of his work, please explore other parts of this site or read Chess and Art — Two Expressions of One Man’s Life, at Chessville.com.

 

 

 

The Life of A True Salesman: Bill Porter

Yesterday, I was blessed to have come across the name Bill Porter. At first, it sounded to me like an ordinary name, thus I expected him to be… just an ordinary person. But as it turns out, his life is something out of the extraordinary.  I would like to sure with you his story and hopefully touch your lives the way he has touched mine. Bill Porter’s story, all the more convinces me to push on with my life. So many times I have wanted to give up on my life’s journey and take the path of comfort… the path of isolation. Now I am left to reflect on just one word which I sometimes, am tempted to let go… PERSISTENCE! 

Article Source: http://www.people.com

Life of a Salesman

By Susan Horsburgh

Despite Slammed Doors and a Lifelong Disability, Bill Porter, Ever Optimistic, Became a Door-to-Door Phenomenon

How dedicated is Bill Porter? This dedicated: Once, during an ice storm, the door-to-door salesman, who suffers from cerebral palsy, crawled the last part of his seven-mile route on his hands and knees. How positive and upbeat is Porter? This positive and upbeat: He describes that day—during which he also dragged his briefcase full of catalogs and order forms up his iced-over driveway—as “one of the best I ever had selling. More people were home because of the storm.”

Porter’s is one of those jaw-dropping, grit-and-gumption stories that could be a TV movie, and is: Door to Door, which will air July 14 on TNT, tells a very personal tale of quiet heroism and private victories. “Bill’s whole attitude is ‘I never did anything heroic. I had to pay the rent,’ ” says actor William H. Macy, the Fargo star who plays Porter and cowrote the script (with director Steven Schachter) after seeing a 20/20 piece on Porter. “It’s because of this stoical, can-do attitude, this indomitable spirit, that we’re allowed to cry.”

Porter would probably prefer you didn’t. Born in San Francisco in 1932, the only child of a housewife and a salesclerk, he says he wasn’t allowed to dwell on his disability, which left his right side twisted and his speech slurred. His mother, Irene, “was always very positive,” says Porter, “and she insisted that I be the same way.” When he was 17, she enrolled him in public high school, and upon graduation his father, Ernest, insisted that he get a job—a task easier said than done. After four months of daily rejections, Porter’s employment agency told him to go home and collect welfare. So he combed the want ads himself, eventually applying for a job with Watkins, the nation’s oldest door-to-door sales company. “I had to convince them,” recalls Porter. “They gave me the worst territory, and I worked strictly on commission.” His mother would write out the word “persistence” on a slip of paper and hide it in his lunch bag.

After a year Porter began winning sales awards. Nothing could dampen his enthusiasm. When people refused to open the door or slammed it in his face, he would silently repeat the mantra “The next customer will say yes.” Many did—even if Porter had to work on them for years. “He just never takes rejection personally,” says Watkins president Mark Jacobs. “He’s relentless. He’s irresistible.”

And indomitable. Each day Porter—who lived with his mother—would wake at 4:45 a.m. and spend 90 minutes dressing himself before catching a 7:30 bus, the first of two that would take him to his west Portland, Ore., sales territory by 9. Often he wouldn’t return home until after 7 p.m. When his mother went into a nursing home in the mid-1980s (his father had died in 1962), Porter had to ask the bellhops at a downtown hotel to take over one of her tasks—buttoning his collar and attaching his clip-on tie each morning.

But Porter kept working. In 1985 he hired a young mother, Shelly Brady, to be his delivery driver and housekeeper. They soon progressed from “employer and employee to just great friends,” she says. She helped Porter cope with the loss of his mother to Alzheimer’s in 1989. Then, in 1993, after a five-month recovery from back surgery left him without any income and unable to make his mortgage payments, Brady and her husband, John, scraped together enough cash to buy his house and rent it back to him for next to nothing.

In 1998, after the 20/20 piece ran, Porter was barraged by invitations from corporations like Amway and Nike eager to have him visit as a motivational speaker. At Brady’s urging he agreed and would stand beside her while she did most of the talking. “You meet him and realize that what’s important is what’s inside of us,” says Brady, 39, whose book Ten Things I Learned from Bill Porter came out in June. “Once you hear his story it just puts everything in perspective.”

Porter says he’s happy to inspire, but selling will always be his main game. Hit by a car in 1997, he hasn’t been able to walk his beat, so he now phones his 500 regular customers from a tiny desk in his bedroom. “I can’t imagine ever retiring,” he says. “My customers are like family.” He never married (”There was a time I had a crush on someone,” he says, “but nothing ever came of it”) and still lives in his mother’s home, spending his free time watching Matlock reruns or listening to sports on the radio. Asked if he’s surprised by what he has achieved, he looks nonplussed, then replies, “It never entered my mind that I couldn’t.”

Susan Horsburgh
Johnny Dodd in Portland

More Bill Porter stories:

lifechallenges.org: Bill Porter

bradbobo.wordpress.com: Door to Door