We are gathering here to celebrate the life of John O'Neill. Sharing your stories, photos , videos and memories will bring comfort to all of us who knew and loved him. Please post as often as you like, whenever you find a special photo, or remember something that made you smile! Click on the heart to let us... see moreWe are gathering here to celebrate the life of John O'Neill. Sharing your stories, photos , videos and memories will bring comfort to all of us who knew and loved him. Please post as often as you like, whenever you find a special photo, or remember something that made you smile! Click on the heart to let us know you were here and to receive email updates. Thank you for contributing to this lasting memorial.
OBITUARY
Remembering John...Artist, game designer, entrepreneur, creative force and shining spirit...We all knew different sides of him, all overlapping:Loving, tender, and protective as a husband and father...Insightful, wise, thoughtful and inspiring as a teacher, brother, friend...Wild, spontaneous and funny as the life of a party, always ready to dance or play drums or tell a good story...We all loved him and miss him in so many ways...
Our dear friend, we just heard that you aren’t with us anymore. Thank you for all those great moments we spent together, the laughs, the teasing, the long talks with a glass of wine, the dinners and ... you playing the drums at the last minute parties... moreOur dear friend, we just heard that you aren’t with us anymore. Thank you for all those great moments we spent together, the laughs, the teasing, the long talks with a glass of wine, the dinners and ... you playing the drums at the last minute parties we used to have by the swimming pool in Palo Alto. We will always treasure those wonderful moments. Our love to your family.
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What follows is a beautiful dream that John had, mid-November 2022...When he was in the hospital, he asked me to write it down for him as he told it to me....he didn't want it forgotten....
"So I'm lying in bed, couldn't sleep, and gradually I... moreWhat follows is a beautiful dream that John had, mid-November 2022...When he was in the hospital, he asked me to write it down for him as he told it to me....he didn't want it forgotten....
"So I'm lying in bed, couldn't sleep, and gradually I became aware that I wasn't lying in bed, I was floating slightly above it, without having moved at all. I gradually got higher, and I saw the bed no more. So I stopped looking down, and I started looking around. And I moved into clouds that were soft and white, and floated through them, enjoying it for quite a while. Eventually they ended and I was facing a big wall of dark clouds, or shapes, I don't know what they were. But to the left, below, there was a triangle break in the blackness. And, my floatingness headed towards it. I dropped down low enough to be able to continue to float through the triangle, and found myself above the layers of white cloud. I floated along, enjoying this, and then I was aware of a big hand reaching down into the clouds....there was no arm attached to it. It's thumb and fingers were picking up little pieces of cloud, and rubbing them through it's thumb and fingers. Suddenly, it stopped and seemed to pick a piece of cloud up, and the hand lifted away from the clouds, and turned palm up, and dropped the cloud piece into it's palm and cupped it there. Nothing happened, until suddenly, a little green sprout emerged from the cloud clump lying in the palm of the hand. The sprout grew, and a little yellow flower bloomed. I had time to think about this, and I conjectured, is this the way life is formed? Everywhere? And then I had time to think, and interpreted the meaning of all this... Then the vision changed to a wind blowing very small pieces of the flower all over the world." less
This photo, and these words, are posted for John on behalf of my parents, Bob and Bev Kindley:
"Yellow daisies for John O'Neill, in memory of his spring birthday when they bloom. The honey is to remind us of his sweet and thoughtful nature.
The... moreThis photo, and these words, are posted for John on behalf of my parents, Bob and Bev Kindley:
"Yellow daisies for John O'Neill, in memory of his spring birthday when they bloom. The honey is to remind us of his sweet and thoughtful nature.
The candle is the one we lit when he died. The poinsettia reminds us it was in the season between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We are so sad that he is gone, but thankful for knowing him. We have a small, fragrant Bay Laurel tree to plant in his honor, as soon as we find the best spot. And then, a honeysuckle vine in honor of John's mother!" less
I remember John not only as a wonderful brother-in-law, friend, spiritual advisor, artist/designer, magician, and philosopher, but also as a fellow music freak, someone who brought music to groups spontaneously (didgeridoo, pan pipes, drums) and could... moreI remember John not only as a wonderful brother-in-law, friend, spiritual advisor, artist/designer, magician, and philosopher, but also as a fellow music freak, someone who brought music to groups spontaneously (didgeridoo, pan pipes, drums) and could discern emotional nuances through melody, rhythm, and sonic saturation. In conversations, he knew how to riff, ever-responsive to other people’s thoughts, flights of fancy, moods, and humor. He seemed to know intuitively how to bring out the best in people and generate a festive, joyful energy at the table, in the neighborhood, and well beyond. I loved this about John, this playful, improvisational spirit. Conjuring up this memory heartens me because I see an opportunity to keep his legacy alive by emulating his approach to people, community, and art.
The first time I visited Lisa and John in New Mexico was, sadly, the last time I saw John, but I am glad that every day was fully of merriment and favorite routines that I had come to eagerly anticipate over the years, such as dining al fresco, enjoying Lisa’s culinary works of art and the generous pours of wine, being serenaded post-meal by John’s pan pipes (which always made me giggle a bit, even though such gentle little songs seemed to require attentive solemnity), and having cheeky little Romeo join us at the indoor dining table and perform his tricks for treats.
Music. John and I both liked trance/house music, but when it came to Pink Floyd, his all-time favorite band, I was close-minded, not wanting to enter the dark and scary state of mind the songs beckoned. But on my last visit, the topic of Pink Floyd came up again—I think John was talking about the emotional power of their live performances—and he asked me, if I had to choose, which song was my favorite. I knew instantly, as there was only one: “Learning to Fly.” I loved that song because it transported me to a more hopeful, profound state of being; it was heavy yet somehow untethered, with backing vocals that soared. So, John cranked the volume to eleven and the whole house vibrated and the three of us just listened and let the song take over. “Can’t take my eyes from the circling sky/tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit…”
I loved that moment and I still think about how it almost moved me to tears, the way a good song played loudly often does—it shuttles you to the night skies where you can dance and feel true and be wild; but now there is even more emotional weight and meaning in light of John’s passing a few months later. I’m thankful, though, for having so many good memories that I can write about and share. This is just the first…Love, Sonja less
I am adding some special photos, from your early start digging on the beach in Yorkshire, through the years to family holidays, O'Neill siblings creating their masterpieces in the garden of the family home - watched by a... moreHappy Birthday dear brother.
I am adding some special photos, from your early start digging on the beach in Yorkshire, through the years to family holidays, O'Neill siblings creating their masterpieces in the garden of the family home - watched by a neighbour's child who appears to be doing nothing at all ....(and where I am planting a special tree for your birthday when the wind drops enough for it to survive....!) to your landing in San Francisco and your return to visit on numerous occasions, including our mother's 80th birthday with Oona, and finally my last visit to see you in 2019.
Special moments from an abundance of special times together. I saw a quote today from a young man who passed away suddenly, he had written "We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will" less
I have so many great memories of Uncle John coming to visit- it really was such an exciting event for us! I especially remember him staying with us when it was my first day of school and how excited I was for him to see me in... moreHappy Birthday Uncle John!
I have so many great memories of Uncle John coming to visit- it really was such an exciting event for us! I especially remember him staying with us when it was my first day of school and how excited I was for him to see me in my uniform!
Although I didn't get to see him as often as I would have liked, I always cherished the cards, letters, gifts and birthday phone calls we shared.
Uncle John really was special. I admired his unique outlook on life and the love and kindness he always showed me.
Photo 1: my first day at school (33-ish years ago!)
Photo 2: birthday phone call (a tradition!)
Photo 3 & 4: the reason I loved his visits so much! less
The garden bed John made here in Truchas, with all of the seedlings laid out neatly for planting....rather like a game board, such as Paradice! John was a Green Man in many ways...
Sorting through boxes of old photos, I found this....John the pirate! It was taken from before I met him, but I like to think of him this way, as he always had a strong adventurous side...it is part of what led us to start a new journey in New Mexico...
John O’Neill, one of a kind! He was the Art teacher for many years at our little Charter high school. Inspiring all who met him, a perfect gentleman and also irreverent with a mischievous grin. Here is a Halloween photo from the school, 2017. Love to... moreJohn O’Neill, one of a kind! He was the Art teacher for many years at our little Charter high school. Inspiring all who met him, a perfect gentleman and also irreverent with a mischievous grin. Here is a Halloween photo from the school, 2017. Love to Lisa & Oona and all his family and friends. We are still in shock and so saddened by this news. Rest In Peace dear Friend. less
Like many of us, it’s quite hard to find the right words to write here to remember John! Uncle John, or Tio Juan - to my brothers, and my sister and me ;-)
Although we didn’t get the chance to forge a proper adult:adult relationship, prob due to... moreLike many of us, it’s quite hard to find the right words to write here to remember John! Uncle John, or Tio Juan - to my brothers, and my sister and me ;-)
Although we didn’t get the chance to forge a proper adult:adult relationship, prob due to the fact that uncle john had made (what seemed to me when I was little!) a very exotic and exciting life in the states, and so we didn’t get to really see him that much, there are a couple of memories which really shine through.
First is my extreme elation at opening a present which had been sent from John all the way from America when I was pretty young - a beautiful silver box which contained a Mickey Mouse bag. It was awesome. He could literally do no wrong from that point on!
For the second, fast fwd to when Oona was a little baby and was proudly brought to the Uk to meet us all, only to be unceremoniously dropped by yours truly… oops 😬sorry again Oona! ;-) don’t remember John shouting at me so again - kudos to him!
Last one is on my wedding day. When Lisa and John travelled all the way to Italy to see us get married. Remember him holding court and in a very good natured way, counselling one of my husbands friends who had just split up with his wife for a good hour or two!
That was John wasn’t it! Always wanting to bypass the pleasantries and get right to the heart of the issue. He will be sorely missed X
Thanks Lisa for setting up this site, I’ve really enjoyed reading through the contributions so far. Lots of love to you and Oona xxx less
Lisa Marie Kindley
Thank you, Alex! Sharing and reading everyone's memories, all different, all sparkling, is like looking through a treasure box....of John!
Ahhh, I have circled this page now for days, knowing it was there, but not quite able to log in, let alone write something... Now at last I shall try. I first met John 30 years or so ago, knew right away he was a special being, so very Irish (like me),... moreAhhh, I have circled this page now for days, knowing it was there, but not quite able to log in, let alone write something... Now at last I shall try. I first met John 30 years or so ago, knew right away he was a special being, so very Irish (like me), but also delightfully British too. (I only recently learned that he hated mugs, wanted his coffee/tea in fine china.I kept meaning to buy one...) I remember being awed by how fully he threw himself into life, into art, into love, dancing on the edge and bidding us join him. I remember the search for Oona and beholding the sheer nakedness of a heart blown open when he feared she was lost, and the unbridled joy and celebration when she was found. I remember feeling, when he found Lisa, how perfect it was, how John, sometimes like a whirlwind, would then quiet his energy and attune to hers, which he did with great respect and love. John wanted the world to be a better place, a place where art and creativity and people of good heart could thrive--and he created magical moments where we could all experience that possibility. For that I will be ever grateful. You are in my heart, my friend. See you on the other side. less
It was all about the twinkle. John was so full of love and life that it often trickled out of the corner of his eye. I don't remember when I first met him, but it probably happened at a party, and even if it wasn't meant to be a party I'm sure John... moreIt was all about the twinkle. John was so full of love and life that it often trickled out of the corner of his eye. I don't remember when I first met him, but it probably happened at a party, and even if it wasn't meant to be a party I'm sure John turned it into one. I first bonded with him as a fellow Northern European, as immigrants in foreign waters we would share many giggles about how the crazy Americans would do things all wrong, like working too much and flirting too little. John excelled in flirting, he flirted with life, with men, women, kids, dogs, cats, stray plants, and even a dead shark he somehow encountered on a dark and stormy night and therefore carried all the way home in his arms. It was one of those stories that beautifully illustrated how he seemed to be created with an abundance zest for life sprinkled with a generous dose of crazy.
Later our relationship deepened as he moved in with us while searching for Oona. It was a year of deep pain and agony. John was driven by a father's all consuming love and sheer determination, he arm wrestled with bureaucracies, pleaded with police, poured money into a private eye, then finally, finally found her. I will never ever forget the day that he carried her back home, all raw emotion and so full of joy. With Oona back in his arms, his life took on a new meaning, their relationship became one of most beautiful father-daughter relationships that I've ever witnessed.
I also remember when John shared that he had met someone called Lisa. He had been shopping for a dress for Oona, and true to form wanted the very best for his daughter so Laura Ashley it was. Lisa helped him find a beautiful dress with flowers and frills for Oona, while offering him a quiet meadow where he could slow down for a bit and simply be. With Lisa by his side, John created a home dedicated to love and to art.
In many ways John's third love was art. He devoted his life to it, stubbornly, unapologetically. It was not an easy road to take, it cost him both money and a few relationships, but in the midst of all the challenges he somehow carried on. And most of the time he did it with that infectious twinkle in his eye. Dear John, I will miss your twinkle, your love, and that little dose of crazy too. less
Suzanne WarrenBeautifully written Lot. I think you met first John when I brought him and Melinda to a party at your house. Or maybe it was a party at my house? And yes, John could turn any occasion into a party at the drop of a hat! We'll not see the likes of him... moreBeautifully written Lot. I think you met first John when I brought him and Melinda to a party at your house. Or maybe it was a party at my house? And yes, John could turn any occasion into a party at the drop of a hat! We'll not see the likes of him again, I'm afraid. I'll never forget the day he brought Oona home to your house. It felt like a miracle after all he had been through. I was so grateful you gave him shelter through that terrible year of searching.
Bob Curtiss
Lot, I'm struggling to put a timeline to my somewhat disjointed memories of John. What year was it that he lived with you? Was your house in Palo Alto? I remember visiting John and meeting Oona when he lived in a house of friends of his, in Palo Alto.
February 28, 2022
Suzanne WarrenBob, I think it was 1995 or 96 that John lived with Lot and Ron in their house in Palo Alto. I figured it out using Oona's age. She was four when John recovered her and I think he lived with them the year before she was found. I could be off, maybe Lot... moreBob, I think it was 1995 or 96 that John lived with Lot and Ron in their house in Palo Alto. I figured it out using Oona's age. She was four when John recovered her and I think he lived with them the year before she was found. I could be off, maybe Lot will have a better recall of the time frame.
February 28, 2022
Lot Villemoes
Suzanne, I think your math and your memory is spot on! So Bob, we probably met in my old backyard in Palo Alto
February 28, 2022
Lot Villemoes
Oh, and Suzanne, I believe the photo of John and the twinkle was taken at your house in Palo Alto. I seem to remember you hosted a small birthday gathering for Michael, and that John somehow turned it into a celebration of mischief and joy...
Bug Deakin
John'O and i in Chicago at a software conference and then overlooking Kootenay Lake in 1986 - so much so many so few - Love you my dear friend!
As you can see, from a very early age John was ahead of his time and would not be ‘messed with’… our mother is on the left and our formidable godmother on the right in the photo.
My big brother. My confidante. My friend. Fiercely protective of all those he loved from challenging one of my teachers for putting me in detention to making sure boyfriends were clear on the expected code of conduct when dating his little sister…… I... moreMy big brother. My confidante. My friend. Fiercely protective of all those he loved from challenging one of my teachers for putting me in detention to making sure boyfriends were clear on the expected code of conduct when dating his little sister…… I miss you so much, the phone calls, upside down FaceTime and zooms and, most of all your love. less
I first met John in 1983, when we were both working on video games for a company named Roklan, near Chicago. One day while I was visiting the office, I happened to walk past an open doorway to a room in which an interesting gentleman was giving a... moreI first met John in 1983, when we were both working on video games for a company named Roklan, near Chicago. One day while I was visiting the office, I happened to walk past an open doorway to a room in which an interesting gentleman was giving a presentation of a video game he was developing, called LifeSpan. I was captivated by his voice and speaking style, and so I stopped to listen, and quickly became intrigued by the design of his game, which was radically different than any video game I had ever seen. I listened until the end of his presentation and then talked with him for a few minutes. For whatever reason, we did not exchange telephone numbers or other means of contacting one another, and did not meet again by means of our own intentions.
But we did meet again, at the second Computer Game Developers Conference in 1989. If you believe in Fate, then know this: the universe intended for us to meet again. It was certainly a cosmic coincidence. At the end of the conference I found myself sitting at a banquet table with two guys from Toronto who introduced me to this interesting looking gentleman they had met during the conference. As I looked at him I had this strange feeling that I didn't quite understand. It was like a "sixth sense" tingling, you know? Neither of us recognized the other at first, but the strange feeling continued, and I finally asked him what games had he worked on. When he mentioned that he had published a game with a company named Roklan, I suddenly remembered our earlier, brief encounter, which I related to him. We were both delighted and struck up an instant friendship.
We lived two thousand miles apart, I in Vermont, but we managed to stay in touch by telephone, and I remember visiting John in four different places that he lived. The first one had a swimming pool and John had a white cockatoo. During the earthquake of October 1989 I was watching the world series at the moment that the earthquake struck, and immediately thought to call John. Luckily I was able to get through to him before all the telephone circuits became jammed. He described to me the scene -- huge waves sloshing out of the swimming pool, and the cockatoo had flown out the door during the confusion, never to be seen again.
The second place was in Mill Valley, the third in Palo Alto, during which visit I met Oona. Finally the fourth visit was in a house somewhere near San Francisco. I don't remember where, exactly, but I recall that there was a bit of lightly forested space around the house. I also remember a fantastic evening of drumming and laughter!
Finally, John visited me in Vermont. We spent a few days working together on a project whose name whose name I don't recall. It was John's design for an interactive venue at which people would enjoy an evening's entertainment. One or two couples would sit on comfortable sofas in a small room that contained a large high resolution display upon which would appear fantastic imagery as only John could imagine. They would interact with couples in other rooms, but their interactions would not be direct, they would be sort of metaphorical, interpreted through the imagery and sounds. The whole thing was all about community and sharing, completely absent was conflict and strife. As with everything about John. During those few days I shared with John a part of his creative process as he actively developed the design, constantly sketching as he visualized his thoughts. He graciously wanted me to keep several large pages of his drawings which I still have more than 30 years later.
At one point during that visit we somehow got to talking about Star Wars and George Lucas. I asked John if he had ever seen the first film that Lucas had made, called THX 1138. When he told me that he had not, I insisted that he must see it, and so we rented the video and watched it in my living room. At the end of the film John quietly commented, "Whatever happened to you, George Lucas?", to which I replied, "Apparently he went over to the dark side". We both laughed.
As I reminisce about our friendship, I realize that although I actually spent relatively little time in John's presence, the impact he had upon me was profound. I had drifted away from the video game industry because I was uncomfortable working on games that contained violence. John was a person who taught me that games did not have to involve conflict in order to be enjoyable. He was eminently kind, endlessly creative, and I shall cherish his memory.
My preference for living on the east coast prevented the opportunity for me to spend more time with John. That is something I profoundly regret. less
Bug DeakinBob Curtiss - what a bloody luvly story - Crikey mate - dont think i got to meet you - this be the Bug person - i did show up in Chicago at a software convention early on with John'O - then i took him to Peoria Il and told him i needed him to hold up his... moreBob Curtiss - what a bloody luvly story - Crikey mate - dont think i got to meet you - this be the Bug person - i did show up in Chicago at a software convention early on with John'O - then i took him to Peoria Il and told him i needed him to hold up his new game in front of the sign - he said why? i said "will it play in Peoria?" and told him the story of that quote - i think it started in 1890 - about the same time John'O did!
February 25, 2022
Suzanne Warren
Bob, the project's name was Lighthouse! And in so many ways it was emblematic of John's life, attempting always to bring light in through his art.
February 27, 2022
Bob Curtiss
Suzanne, yes, that was it -- Lighthouse. Thank you.
Maggie RobertsonI knew John when we were at Corsham in the sixties, and we were immediate friends because we were both from North of England! My earliest memory of him was when he was on his bike, cycling furiously, on Beechfield Lane then had to slam his brakes on hard... moreI knew John when we were at Corsham in the sixties, and we were immediate friends because we were both from North of England! My earliest memory of him was when he was on his bike, cycling furiously, on Beechfield Lane then had to slam his brakes on hard and literally flew over the handlebars! He was always fun, unpredictable, perceptive and kind. I remember once when painting in the studio, a knife flew past me and embedded itself in the screen, - John! Also he was fond of throwing firecrackers....
Mark and I were lucky to live next door to John and Lisa for a little while. John was a fast friend as I think he was to most. He had so much life and joy in him, we still can’t believe he’s no longer with us. We still feel Johns spirit with us and... moreMark and I were lucky to live next door to John and Lisa for a little while. John was a fast friend as I think he was to most. He had so much life and joy in him, we still can’t believe he’s no longer with us. We still feel Johns spirit with us and knowing how much he had-I bet he will never leave us. We will always remember John and our short but eventful and fulfilling friendship. We feel lucky to have known him. less
Bob CurtissLisa, it's possible that we met during this time. I remember meeting Oona when she was about the age in the photo, and I'm sure it was in Palo Alto. My memory of that visit is that John and Oona were living in a house they shared with two other adults... moreLisa, it's possible that we met during this time. I remember meeting Oona when she was about the age in the photo, and I'm sure it was in Palo Alto. My memory of that visit is that John and Oona were living in a house they shared with two other adults and one or more children. I was living in Vermont at the time.
February 24, 2022
Lisa Marie Kindley
The time of your visit would have been just before I met John, then....so I don't think I ever met you, but I remember John telling me his good memories about your friendship!
February 24, 2022
Bob CurtissLisa, I finally was able to determine that the very last time I visited with John was in April of 1996. On that visit I attended the Computer Game Developers Conference with my friend Bill Hopkins, the Canadian guy who had first introduced me to John in... moreLisa, I finally was able to determine that the very last time I visited with John was in April of 1996. On that visit I attended the Computer Game Developers Conference with my friend Bill Hopkins, the Canadian guy who had first introduced me to John in 1989. I remember that Bill and I drove to a house one evening, not the house in Palo Alto but a house somewhere near San Francisco. I remember that it had a somewhat long driveway and lots of trees around it. We spent the evening with John and one or two other people, one of whom was possibly you, at least Bill thinks so. We all had a great time laughing and drumming. We sat in a circle on the floor. I remember there was a small xylophone that we passed around as well. It's a fond memory of my last visit with John, although the details are a bit blurred by the years. less
March 28, 2022
Lisa Marie Kindley
That is a great memory....I know John always loved starting the music play at parties....whether drums, flutes, didgeridoo, marimbas....
I was lucky enough to have John as a teacher for a whole year at Bitney. The class was at the end of the day, so the classes were smaller, and I got a lot of time to talk with him one on one about all sorts of stuff. His enthusiasm for art and creativity... moreI was lucky enough to have John as a teacher for a whole year at Bitney. The class was at the end of the day, so the classes were smaller, and I got a lot of time to talk with him one on one about all sorts of stuff. His enthusiasm for art and creativity was incredibly contagious. I never really excelled at painting or drawing, but the way he described things helped me to be able to accomplish things I never thought I could in a matter of weeks. One of the things I appreciated the most about him was that when I was struggling with a specific medium, he was always open to helping me explore a medium I was more comfortable with. We talked for long amounts of time about film and stories, and I would share creative ideas with him that I had never talked to anyone else about. He always seemed genuinely interested and excited to listen to me describe my ideas, and he inspired me in so many ways. I miss those end of the day talks I had with him and won’t ever forget the time I got to spend with him. I hope those close to him are doing well. less
Lisa Marie Kindley
Thank you, Henry...I remember John telling me about you, that you were one of his hardest-working students, and he really respected you for it....he would have been happy to know how he inspired you!
This is from November, 2018 the last time I was with John. How time moves on for us all. You always inspired me and still do. I am so glad for the time we spent together and the opening of many worlds.
This was truly the moment i saw the Americanization of John O! and I shall never forget taking him to his first baseball game and having to reverse his view of the game from a cricket standpoint - awww John'O - thank you for all the tears of laughter i... moreThis was truly the moment i saw the Americanization of John O! and I shall never forget taking him to his first baseball game and having to reverse his view of the game from a cricket standpoint - awww John'O - thank you for all the tears of laughter i shall treasure forever! xo Macbug! less
Lisa, I was really saddened to hear today of John's death. Such a crazy, funny person. I just loved him. He just didn't seem like a guy who was going to die any time soon, and it's very hard for me to process a world without him.
I hope you are doing... moreLisa, I was really saddened to hear today of John's death. Such a crazy, funny person. I just loved him. He just didn't seem like a guy who was going to die any time soon, and it's very hard for me to process a world without him.
I hope you are doing okay. I can't imagine what it's been like for you.
To the one who met me at the airport when I moved here, gave me a place to stay, insisted I first drove - on the wrong side!
40 years of abiding love, friendship, partying, drumming, conversations about life and... moreDear John,
I never got to say goodbye.
To the one who met me at the airport when I moved here, gave me a place to stay, insisted I first drove - on the wrong side!
40 years of abiding love, friendship, partying, drumming, conversations about life and art. Shared sensibilities grown from British art schools, we strove to keep them alive, living so far from our own families and culture.
Many here will attest to your creative genius, and the mission you stayed loyal to, even when the odds were stacked against you. Like the Phoenix, you rose again through disappointment, to taste accolades for your work.
You came to California to fulfill your purpose - to enhance humanity through spiritual, emotional and compassionate growth, both individually and collectively through the uniqueness of your games. You succeeded, and along the way gathered legions of friends and fans drawn in by your effervescence and iconic humour (with a 'u').
You were truly one of a kind. I continue to feel honoured to have been counted as one. You will never be forgotten. May you be at peace now. less
John O'Neill is one of the first artists working with computer games. In 1983 he designed Lifespan, a game for Atari 8-bit which takes the player through scenes representative of human life from childhood to death. The Dolphin's Rune or The Dolphin's Pear...
John was always so supportive of my painting...we travelled to so many art fairs together...this photo was in my tent, at a show somewhere in California. He was my biggest fan...and my harshest critic! His influence helped me grow so much artistically.... moreJohn was always so supportive of my painting...we travelled to so many art fairs together...this photo was in my tent, at a show somewhere in California. He was my biggest fan...and my harshest critic! His influence helped me grow so much artistically. We were partners in love and in creativity... less
My dear old friend, how I miss you so! So many memories. When John and Lisa were packing to move from Nevada City, he came across this old photo and gave it to me. It’s so precious to me now.