I went to the memorial/bash/wake… I don’t know what to call it… for Allan Stone last night. It was a fairly joyous event as far as anyone can be joyous around the subject of death. There was a lot of laughter. Still, walking home in the fridgid city, I couldn’t help but feel a real sense of loss and a sense of my own mortality. He bought the first painting I ever sold… I think twenty years ago. It seems impossible.
The drawing is a collage from the drawings I made for the video.