He was private, brilliant, dark and mercurial. There are men who come among us, change our perception of the world, and depart too soon—before we can take possession of them. Fritz Scholder was one of these. He could not be taken possession of. In no sense did we own him. He was a mask of himself. He spent a lifetime shaping the mask, and it remains as a production of art that is extraordinary and unique.
He was private, brilliant, dark and mercurial. There are men who come among us, change our perception of the world, and depart too soon—before we can take possession of them. Fritz Scholder was one of these. He could not be taken possession of. In no sense did we own him. He was a mask of himself. He spent a lifetime shaping the mask, and it remains as a production of art that is extraordinary and unique. 
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