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| DeForrest Judd |
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| DeForrest Judd |
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| DeForrest Judd |
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| DeForrest Judd |
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| DeForrest Judd |
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| DeForrest Judd |
Although I didn't take a class with DeForrest Judd, I did get to spend passing time with him, and I would solicit feedback from all of the art teachers when they had spare time. I respected them all. Mr. Judd was a very quiet-spoken unassuming man. He would usually listen to whoever was talking, and clean out his pipe by whapping it softly on the palm of his hand -- and sort of chuckle a nearly inaudible "heh-heh."
My friend Don Shields was acting as Mr. Judd's Graduate Student "teaching assistant." So one time during the course of a semester, Shields and his fellow Grad student, Brian Cobble, decided to take Mr. Judd over to our favorite dive bar -- the Lion's Pub -- and do some "day-drinking." We would often hoist a few there and the SMU poets and writers had their own tables.
Anyway, much to their surprise, Mr. Judd proceed to spin adventurous yarns of his many exotic travels and completely "drink them under the table." He thoroughly enjoyed himself.
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