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In 1992, we were visited by the Texas writer, A.C. Greene to show us artwork by his son Mark Cole Greene. Due to a birth injury, Mark was born with some with some specialties. Mark did not let those challenges stop him. He loved reading, history, horror movies, phantom of the opera, and spinning a colorful tale. Mark sadly lost his grandparents, his Mother, and a friend fairly close together in time; but through his loss, he began to created artwork. He preferred markers on paper or posterboard and enjoyed documenting places he visited, things he was reading about, or as Mark signed his work…pieces “out of his own brain powered mind”.
Following his Mother’s passing, Mark lived in a series of group homes. He would often come spend the night with us on the weekends. He was always a joy and interested in meeting people and sharing adventures. He taught us so much and we hardly ever cook shrimp ( he loved it) without a worcestershire marinade. He loved a parade and often would ride the local Oddfellow float as an honorary member to wave at the crowds.
Mark was born in 1955 and mainly lived his life in the Dallas area. He loved travel and often went to Los Angeles to visit his Brother or New York City to visit his Sister. In New York he fell in love with broadway and especially the Phantom of the Opera. Safe to say, he saw it multiple times and it was a reoccurring  subject in his artwork.
Mark left this world in December of 2005. He received an honorary Oddfellow burial service and he wore a dracula cape in his black coffin. I bet we played every known version of “When the Roll is Called up Yonder” and toasted Mark a hundreds of times throughout his memorial service here at the gallery, which was conducted by Tom Sale with musical interludes by Carl Block.
These were Mark’s wishes and so suiting for such an special person whom we so loved.
He left behind this artwork executed in the way he saw each place. He repeated his dearly loved skies of Texas, mixed with subjects of historical scenes and memories of travel. His vision was a beautiful prism.