Throughout our interactions in L.A., Dash exhibited absolute warmth and generosity with me, and none of the pretense, competition and ill will so often associated with the downtown New York scene. He listened intently to those around him. He displayed patience and intense affection for those he cared about. And every outward impulse — every sensation or emotional cue — seemed to both alarm and excite him.
“He was a real, natural leader who could [not] care less about followers but always had an army of devotees,” said my friend Nina Tahash. “He was more of a brand than an artist. People wanted to buy a piece of him. It was more than just art.”
True. With Dash Snow around, you got the sense that the source of that crackling human energy in the air was found in someone devoted to the pure act of living, pushing those boundaries, accepting the risks. Accepting that sometimes those risks can come and catch up with you.
For a longer version of this piece, see http://blogs.laweekly.com/ladaily/arts-news/artist-dash-snow-dies/.