Steve Pazur was a prolific artist, poet and storyteller, who tapped into an innate creativity to bring his unique view of life to those around him. His early artwork used vibrant colors and bold shapes, and was more characteristic of typical childhood drawings. But as he grew into adolescence, Steve's artwork and writings took on a more somber tone to reflect his inner struggles.
Steve gave many of the eccentric shapes and images he crafted in pen and pastels to his high school friends. "Draw me a picture," they'd say. "Or tell us a story." And Steve always obliged. His imaginary storehouse of vivid and absurd imagery was mesmerizing and seemed never ending.
Below is a sampling of Steve's drawings. There are many more to come. If you have something to share with us that Steve gave you, email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. If you can, include a few words about his drawing and your impression of Steve at the time he created it.
CAT - Steve, Feb 1992, age 9: Steve's beloved cat Daisy. She came to live with us in 1986 as a four-month-old adolescent cat who was caged at the Animal Protective League in Cleveland, Ohio, where Steve spent the first 15 years of his life. Daisy lived to be 12,and grew to be 16 pounds of white fluff with a pink nose, ears and pawpads. Instead of "meow" she would say "noun."
SNOW KING & SON KING - Steve, age
Two of Steve's favorite stuffed animals - Snow King and Sun King. Although he
spelled it "Son" here, Sun King was named after Sun Bears on exhibit
at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo that Steve had first seen when he was little.
WINE FACE - Steve, age 16:
Typical of Steve's drawings during adolescence. He worked primarily in pencil
and pen, and had a preoccupation with faces and profiles in this highly-stylized
BONFIRE and MINDLESS - Steve, age 17: More pen drawings - he typically drew these for someone , and gave them to that person. These are from the collection of Nicky P.
Below is the full text of the poem 'The Dream'. This poem was written as part of a school assignment.
a bottle o’ steak sauce
lay back relax
a pleasant day
pelican flies past
hands you a pack
a pelican smile
one of the bubbles
which you produced
now you float in it
you relax and observe
red and white grass
look down at the blue sky
it the ricolas?
Now you are out of ricolas
it strikes your bubble
fall, hit, and begin walking
are in front of the pond
one where you were born
clear water sparkles at you
is very bright
you are in your pond
you are happy.