Three long time friends have passed this month. I was woken up this morning with a phone call about the third. Sitting on the edge of my bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes, looking at all the art I have in just that room - mine, others, thinking about my own mortality. I enjoy having Art around. Yet the thought that sooner or later most of it is gonna end up in a thrift store or trash pile... My family has very different tastes, and most of them will be gone when I go. I dont really have a fear around it, Ill be glad to finally know part of the big question, but the idea that all the stuff that was important to me will cease being important is oddly upsetting. Makes me think about cutting that stuff loose now. So heres to uncompleted work... RIP John, John and Bill.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 16:36:23 +0000
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