DIANE BELNAVIS

Diane Belnavis

Landenburg, PA, 2012

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Radio production by Shani Aviram

Portrait by Emile B. Klein, oil on canvas, mounted on panel, 9.5×11″

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Diane Belnavis has a large voice. It’s loose and a little high pitched with a soft lisp and a way of stretching itself around corners. She’s fully aware of its bigness, of its roughness, of the way it pitches and rolls. It balloons up a room and explodes into spastic cackles. If she were to playfully shriek, “I’m coming to get you!” you might imagine a giant charging down the hall after you. But then she would appear before you with flouncy curls and an arresting smile, rather small in stature and full of shoulder shrugs. “Come on,” she’d say all bubbly and smiling, “let’s do it again.” In that moment, you’d wonder how on earth this woman could muster such bigness.

As a girl, Diane thought she ought to be a lady, one of those elegant old Hollywood stars. She could cultivate a swan neck and a deep, pensive gaze, like Veronica Lake or Grace Kelly. “Now that,” her father said of these ladies, “is the kind of woman you’ll be.” He’d say this and motion with his open palms towards her chin, like if only she could see her own glowing face right now, really see it, she would know exactly what he meant. Which she did, sort of. Diane applied herself to appropriate lady-making activities, like cheerleading and a sorority, and in its heydey, she even taught Jazzercise. She was social, she was friendly, she got along with people. But Diane was a New Yorker, the kind who wanted to be yelled at in the supermarket line if she were taking too long, who wanted to tell somebody when they were acting stupid, as a simple, friendly observation.

It should have not surprised anyone, then, when she fell in love with her summer job at Willowbrook, a mental institution in New York. It was not a place where people pussy-footed around. Can you even imagine that? How mentally handicapped men would respond to a passive-aggressive comment, like “It looks like somebody just wants to hang in the corner by himself”? No way. In this place, Diane’s large voice and her rough and tumble personality fit in great. She arranged elaborate picnics and took the men on carousel rides on the grounds. She sang and danced and joked with them, as real people do with other real people. And not like ladies. Or at least the swan-necked variety, who never seem to have enough fun and who appear primarily in the movies for a reason.

Which is how Diane has ended up here: seated in a chair in her tile-floored living room, the May sun setting into the forest beyond the lane. Diane admits that she could live elsewhere, that she has dreamed of going to Africa. But here, on Juniper Hills Farm, in the woods of Pennsylvania, is where she wants to be. Arranging housing, checking up on the guys, feeding lots of animals, this works for Diane. Her explosive cackle makes this clear. The autistic guys she lives with are her friends. They have their own lives, their own jobs and hobbies. She’s happy to help facilitate their independence, it’s so easy to help a little bit. Her voice grows very small when she says this, attempting to hide its hugeness. And all of a sudden the mystery is solved. Diane’s voice is equally proportionate to her character. She is an enormous, friendly giant in a number of people’s lives, that’s why she sounds like one.

Biography by Kamala Puligandla

Comments
4 Responses to “DIANE BELNAVIS”
  1. dorian says:

    🙂 Thanks for sharing Emile, Shani, Kamala & Diane!

  2. Kamala’s writing flows with description and energy just as the subject of her story does. Kamala’s biography of Diane creates an image of a person of immense personality. Diane story shows her strong support and love of her fellow man. Emile you have assembled a touching tribute to our country’s less famous celebrities, the hard working angels who provide independence and a voice to those who crave it most. Your portrait of Diane paints her beauty both inside and outside. This is a job well done by all.
    Congratulations,
    A friend

  3. geo geller says:

    wow what a wonder – just stumbled on this by accident and randomly chose diane portrait – so it was lovely to hear her and listen to the nuances that float in the air about life and loving what she does with people especially with those who have mental challenges too – who just might teach us more about life, caring and love then we can imagine – I am doing a documentary called Psycho-Phobia – rethinking how we think about mental illness with a number of people who have amazing insights and stories about the gift and curse they live with and always tickle my imagination like they did diane as did this portrait too – thank you who ever you are for putting a smile on my face

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