In Memory of a Mentor: Dr. Crys Armbrust and the Art of a Well-Lived Life
Loss is a peculiar companion. It draws us into memories, filling the empty spaces left by those we've lost with moments that shaped our lives. When a mentor like Dr. Crys Armbrust passes away, the void feels immense. Yet within that emptiness, there is a treasure trove of inspiration, memories, and lessons that continue to guide us.
Dr. Crys Armbrust was more than a teacher to me; he was a friend, a guide, and a true artisan in the craft of life. He was a man of many talents—a civil servant, a musician, and a devoted supporter of the arts. His dedication to the town of Tryon, NC, and its rich artistic heritage, including his unwavering support of artists left an indelible mark on the community. Crys knew how to live life as an art form, infusing creativity into everything he did.
The Harmony of Friendship and Music
One of the most cherished memories I have with Crys is our choir trip to England. It wasn't just about the music, though that was certainly a highlight; it was about the shared experience, the camaraderie, and the deep connection forged through our shared love of the English Musical Tradition.. Those days spent exploring English cathedrals and singing in historic venues are moments I’ll carry with me forever. Crys had a way of making every note, every harmony, resonate beyond the music itself—it became a metaphor for life, a reminder that we are all part of something larger than ourselves.
But our friendship wasn’t confined to grand trips abroad. We spent countless evenings at the coffee house on Trade Street, discussing everything from art and literature to the quirks of life in a small town. He was just as happy to listen to an acoustic jam session as he was an organ recital. Those conversations were filled with laughter, insight, and a sense of kinship that only deepened with time. The coffee house became a sanctuary, especially for the youth of Tryon, a place where ideas flowed as freely as the coffee, and where Crys's wisdom often turned the ordinary into the extraordinary.
A Christmas Cedar
One Christmas, Crys and I decided to "plant" a cedar in front of his apartment. It was a spontaneous gesture, a bit of holiday cheer in the middle of winter. That cedar, though likely not long for this world, symbolized something enduring—Crys's commitment to nurturing life, growth, and community in every aspect of his world. Whether he was planting a tree or planting seeds of creativity in his students and friends, Crys approached everything with a blend of humor, dedication, and artistry.
Dedication to a Community of Artists
Crys's impact on the town of Tryon, NC, cannot be overstated. His dedication to this small yet vibrant community was evident in everything he did. He supported local artists with a fervor that inspired many, myself included. He understood the importance of preserving Tryon's artistic heritage, championing the town's most famous daughter, Nina Simone, and ensuring that the town remained a nurturing ground for creativity.
Crys was the kind of mentor who didn't just teach; he lived the lessons he imparted. He showed me that creativity is not just a skill—it's a way of life. It's about seeing the world with fresh eyes, finding beauty in unexpected places, and making something meaningful out of the raw materials life hands you.
Carrying the Legacy Forward
The loss of Dr. Crys Armbrust is profound, but so is the legacy he leaves behind. His influence is woven into the fabric of my work, Literally. He once carved me a beautiful piece of wall art, inscribed into a plank of rich walnut were the words of Robert Frost, “Some mystery becomes the proud”. Years later, when I first started weaving, I was able to repay the favor by creating a tapestry featuring the silhouette of Nina Simone, adorned with real freshwater pearls, it pleased me greatly to see it hanging on his door. Whether I'm creating in my fiber studio or guiding my students, I carry with me the lessons he taught—the importance of a well placed triplet, the value of community, and the art of a well-lived life.
As I continue my journey, I do so with a heart full of gratitude for the time I had with Crys. His spirit lives on in every piece I create, every lesson I teach, and every memory I hold dear. In honoring him, I strive to live as he did—with creativity, compassion, and a deep appreciation for the artistry in everyday life.
May we all remember to find the beauty in the world around us, just as Crys did, and to live our lives as the masterpieces they are meant to be. Now we must “Choose something like a Star, to stay our minds on and be staid”