I regret that I was unable to make it to the memorials for Loren. Fortunately for me, this web site that Nick has maintained has given me a chance to kind of hang out with Loren one more time. Thanks Nick. Loren’s death has made me feel a sense of loss disproportionate to the small amount of time, mostly years ago, that I spent with him. It just isn’t going to be the same with him gone. His life was a creative, colorful, tapestry that entertained, taught, and inspired. Our community will dearly miss this culture shaping artist friend. Lucky for us, there is a little of Loren honed into everyone that knew him that will be moving us forward in the good ways that he modeled. Still, I am missing him very much.
Roger Cuthbertson
The first time I remember meeting Loren was at a dance in St. Paul with Lucinda Anderson in the late 70s. Right away it was clear how much of his intelligence was physical – he was a good dancer, and serious about it! As I got to know him over the stages of his life – his camping in a tent while rehearsing for the Circle of Water Circus, his living in a cave (giving the idea of the Man Cave a whole new meaning), his fanciful home in St. Paul overflowing with various animal skins – and in the parallel universe which is May Day, as a the King of the Sun, as a mud man, a heron – I marveled at the way he played with the physical world and made it his own.
Over the years, Loren’s and my friendship grew around the many projects he did for me in three houses. The most creative was a barter we did, where I traded him work on a house I owned in Bisbee, Arizona, for time at a cabin in the Chiricahua Mountains in Arizona for him and his then sweetie/and for many years close friend, Yiscah Bracha. His fingerprints are literally all over my houses in joint compound and tub grout, and I will treasure knowing that they are there.
What I most loved about Loren was his capacity for improvisation of all kinds, the sheer joy of it. Whether it was working on a May Day puppet or redoing a kitchen, Loren had no limits for the ways he could look at a problem. I loved the process of creative exploration, of figuring out what to do. I felt that suddenly I was more creative because I could see the possibilities he showed me.
Loren’s spirit is impossible to contain in a single life. I am sorry not to be at the celebration, because I think I would get a chance to see the scope of Loren’s life as he truly lived it, reflected in the eyes of all of his friends. Loren, you live on in my heart.
I was a neighbor of Loren, but unfortunately I never got to know him very well. Now that I have learned of his death and have read about his accomplishments, I feel bad that I didn’t get to know him better. I would always wave to him when I drove by his house. I remember with great fondness seeing him riding down the street on his bicycle with the pink flamingo puppet. He seemed to be a very gentle soul and a great and interesting inhabitant of the neighborhood.
Last Spring, I sat with my friend Betty on her patio overlooking the Mississippi. We were relishing the sun, the blue water, and the greenery on the bluffs as folks in these Northern climes are wont to do at that time of year. A frantic commotion erupting from the river interrupted our conversation. It was a stampede of ducklings running across the surface as fast as they could. There must have been fifty of them, all born in the Spring, running as fast as they could behind their mothers. They had to run. They were too young to fly. They settled. The water calmed. Betty and I resumed our conversation only to be interrupted again a few moments later by another frenzy from the river. This time Betty and I watched as an eagle quietly swooped down and extracted one of the ducklings from amongst her peers. Without effort, but pestered by a crow, the eagle soared and landed on a tree limb in Betty’s back yard. We watched as the eagle had her lunch while the ducklings settled and the water calmed.
Our good friend Loren died late yesterday afternoon. A heart attack took him suddenly as he drove his van across the Mississippi on the Lake Street bridge. We learned of this at the dance last evening. Our favorite band, The Light of the Moon, played us into a frenzy. At the end, we waltzed for Loren.
Yiscah: We just passed the second MayDay without you. It was cold, windy and gray. Although Jemiah had led leak-plugging several weekends before, the red...
Cori Gaby: I hope everyone has him in their hearts and in the their minds on Saturday. It does not seem like a year has passed but it has. I know he is still...
liz white: Seven months will have passed by this MayDay celebration. He will be there in many different ways. Sister Liz
Celia Swanson: Six months on and I still cry when I look at all these pictures. He is gone, but he isn’t. He’s still all over my life, in my...
Cindy Weldon: I live in Loren’s neighborhood, and only now learned of his passing. How sad to know that he will not be emerging from the...
lisa: He’s still gone. (The only poem I have been able to complete about Loren thus far.)
Yiscah Bracha: I look at these photos and I still can’t believe that he’s gone.
Mark John: Road Kill. That is what was under the seat of the Incredible Hulk the day after Loren left the Circle of Water Circus tour. Loren was the...
Celia Swanson: Come dance on the floor that Loren built! It’s time once again for my annual SHAKE THE STUFFING OUT OF YOU PARTY! When: Friday, Nov. 27...
Marie Olofsdotter: When I think about Loren, I think about his watery blue eyes, his laughter and hearty hugs. I see him driving the green Hulk all those...
Roger Cuthbertson: I regret that I was unable to make it to the memorials for Loren. Fortunately for me, this web site that Nick has maintained has given me...
Karen Lehman: The first time I remember meeting Loren was at a dance in St. Paul with Lucinda Anderson in the late 70s. Right away it was clear how much of...
Mary Jo Nikolai: Riding off into the Sun The last time I saw Loren was at ’9 Nights of Music’ at the Minnesota History Center. It was August 18th...
Robert Anderson: I was a neighbor of Loren, but unfortunately I never got to know him very well. Now that I have learned of his death and have read about his...
Craig Johnson: Last Spring, I sat with my friend Betty on her patio overlooking the Mississippi. We were relishing the sun, the blue water, and the greenery...
N.M.Kelby: Loren was the kindest old soul I have ever known. When I worked with HOBT, he went out of his way to make me feel that I belonged. He showed me...
Ketti Menne: I love the statement about the plastic rats! What a guy!
Doug Cain: Good ol’ Loren ! A gentle yet wild soul ! I loved Nick W.’s comments, I was part of the magical Circle of Water Circus and remember...
Nick Wroblewski: As an impressionable, young, aspiring circus performer, I witnessed Loren as the alchemical, quirky, salt of the earth fellow that he was....
sandy spieler: Of course I am filled with gratitude for all the flamboyant ways Loren contributed to the work of our theatre (in the Heart of the Beast...
Wendy Nylander: I knew Loren from Contra dancing where we would have so much fun dancing our way down the line. I also had the chance to visit his house a...
Anne Tiller: Loren also could be called Lord of the Dance. Anyone who has danced with him can attest to his wild energy and sense of abandon. When I danced...
Carol Janeway: Loren was my older brother who annoyed and irritated me when I was young. I watched him go off to a war which I did not understand-I just knew...
Lara Norkus-Crampton: When we bought our then trashed out house almost 20 years ago–Lauren helped us with our first project: repairing the collapsed...
Lynne Jeske: My family was fortunate to have been Loren’s next door neighbor for several years. “Owen” as we called Loren, made a...
Spruce: I first met Loren dancing — it was a time when I was newly single and struggling with life. Loren reminded me that life was an adventure and a...
Ernie Gunderson: When I was new to the community, Loren was always friendly and greeted me with a bright smile. He made me feel liked and welcome even though...
Kurt Seaberg: One of my earliest memories of Loren goes back to when I was just starting to participate in May Day celebrations in the mid 1980s. I was a sun...
Janet Johnson: Stan, Thanks for sharing your memories with Loren. It is really good to hear from family! Your brother is so very loved, he brought the best...
Stan Kellen: Loren and I were several years apart but still had many great times together. I was always the more serious one, but I always admired his free...
laurel: The first time I meet Loren at his home, I had just gotten a pretty good jolt from moving to the twin cities from the woods in rural MI and was...
karn kristi: Dear Loren, I speak with you often these days. It seems that many of our landmarks all over the city now have your name on them. Of course every...
Celia Swanson: Calling all former clients of Loren Kellen!! As part of the Memorial Celebration of the life of Loren Kellen, we would like to highlight his...
suzanne lauer: I remember spending time with Loren about 15 years ago when my three kids were ten years old and under. Loren had a sandbox in the yard with...
Celia Swanson: One of the (many) gifts that Loren’s way of living in the world gave to me is his ability to SEE things…not as what they...
Val and Jerry Vagts: We moved in across the street from Loren in 2003. One sunny day shortly after we moved in Loren appeared at our doorstep…bare...
Nathan Anderson: A Poem For Loren by Nathan Anderson Gallant …oaks of deliberate wisdom, all quirky limbed…dropping acorns. Inspiring…fiery...
Mark Phillips: I’m saddened to hear of Loren’s passing, which I just found out about from a friend’s email. I moved from the Twin Cities to...
Anne Tiller: Loren came to my 50th birthday party, gosh, that was 10 years ago already! There were 4 guests at my party who were 50 years old, including...
Celia Swanson: Oh…and you HAVE to love Kermit giving Miss Piggy what-for! That was right next to his front gate. Welcome to Loren’s Yard!!!
Celia Swanson: So wonderful! I will miss Loren’s house and yard, as well as the man himself, so very much. Inspiration, chaos, silliness, weird...
yiscah: Cecilia: Loren and I began our relationship in the Fall of 1986, and as we were getting to know each other, he often told the story of the furnace,...
Cecilia Schiller: I was on staff for Mayday 1985, the theme was Our House our Home with sections being all the rooms of the house and their reflections in...
Dave Foster: An amazingly beautiful poem & tribute–full of insight, music & love! Thank you!
Jeanne LaBore: Dear Loren, On Monday nights I’ll search the crowd for you Where ever you are… Save a dance for me?
Lydia Olchoff: Whenever Loren was around, suddenly I felt BEAUTIFUL!! Thank you, Loren… : )
Maren: Loren will always shine. When May Day comes His boat,his oars,his love For all the chores he did With careful precision For all the fun we had With...
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I regret that I was unable to make it to the memorials for Loren. Fortunately for me, this web site that Nick has maintained has given me a chance to kind of hang out with Loren one more time. Thanks Nick. Loren’s death has made me feel a sense of loss disproportionate to the small amount of time, mostly years ago, that I spent with him. It just isn’t going to be the same with him gone. His life was a creative, colorful, tapestry that entertained, taught, and inspired. Our community will dearly miss this culture shaping artist friend. Lucky for us, there is a little of Loren honed into everyone that knew him that will be moving us forward in the good ways that he modeled. Still, I am missing him very much.
Roger Cuthbertson
The first time I remember meeting Loren was at a dance in St. Paul with Lucinda Anderson in the late 70s. Right away it was clear how much of his intelligence was physical – he was a good dancer, and serious about it! As I got to know him over the stages of his life – his camping in a tent while rehearsing for the Circle of Water Circus, his living in a cave (giving the idea of the Man Cave a whole new meaning), his fanciful home in St. Paul overflowing with various animal skins – and in the parallel universe which is May Day, as a the King of the Sun, as a mud man, a heron – I marveled at the way he played with the physical world and made it his own.
Over the years, Loren’s and my friendship grew around the many projects he did for me in three houses. The most creative was a barter we did, where I traded him work on a house I owned in Bisbee, Arizona, for time at a cabin in the Chiricahua Mountains in Arizona for him and his then sweetie/and for many years close friend, Yiscah Bracha. His fingerprints are literally all over my houses in joint compound and tub grout, and I will treasure knowing that they are there.
What I most loved about Loren was his capacity for improvisation of all kinds, the sheer joy of it. Whether it was working on a May Day puppet or redoing a kitchen, Loren had no limits for the ways he could look at a problem. I loved the process of creative exploration, of figuring out what to do. I felt that suddenly I was more creative because I could see the possibilities he showed me.
Loren’s spirit is impossible to contain in a single life. I am sorry not to be at the celebration, because I think I would get a chance to see the scope of Loren’s life as he truly lived it, reflected in the eyes of all of his friends. Loren, you live on in my heart.
I was a neighbor of Loren, but unfortunately I never got to know him very well. Now that I have learned of his death and have read about his accomplishments, I feel bad that I didn’t get to know him better. I would always wave to him when I drove by his house. I remember with great fondness seeing him riding down the street on his bicycle with the pink flamingo puppet. He seemed to be a very gentle soul and a great and interesting inhabitant of the neighborhood.
Last Spring, I sat with my friend Betty on her patio overlooking the Mississippi. We were relishing the sun, the blue water, and the greenery on the bluffs as folks in these Northern climes are wont to do at that time of year. A frantic commotion erupting from the river interrupted our conversation. It was a stampede of ducklings running across the surface as fast as they could. There must have been fifty of them, all born in the Spring, running as fast as they could behind their mothers. They had to run. They were too young to fly. They settled. The water calmed. Betty and I resumed our conversation only to be interrupted again a few moments later by another frenzy from the river. This time Betty and I watched as an eagle quietly swooped down and extracted one of the ducklings from amongst her peers. Without effort, but pestered by a crow, the eagle soared and landed on a tree limb in Betty’s back yard. We watched as the eagle had her lunch while the ducklings settled and the water calmed.
Our good friend Loren died late yesterday afternoon. A heart attack took him suddenly as he drove his van across the Mississippi on the Lake Street bridge. We learned of this at the dance last evening. Our favorite band, The Light of the Moon, played us into a frenzy. At the end, we waltzed for Loren.