It is strange that she no longer exists. She is, was, one of those people who I never saw often. So easily she could still exist, just out of my range of influence. And yet, the facts say otherwise. The facts say that on friday
she was crushed in a car accident. Sitting in the passenger side of a car that no longer has a passenger side, or a passenger. She was so full of life, bubbly and happily would explain her cold logic to you. She was too much a character to ever forget.

I never knew her well, but I’ve known of her for over a year. It was only recently that I saw in her the chance to be something more, who knows, a confidant, a mischief accomplice, a willing ear. And now, now there is only a visitation and mass tomorrow night and a gathering here on campus to mourn her passing.

Is it .. I… The loss of a never was, and a never will, the realization of the way that life just is–hurts a little. It hurts a little and I never knew her well…But I had wanted to.

On a brighter note, with no segue at all. I had a great weekend, wandered around madison and later southern wisconsin with my favorite Boy! It’s amazing how love lets you see every reflection off every leaf on every tree, how things seem to come into a colorful focus, how you love the one, and their surroundings…

How can artists paint without love?

A few cosmetic changes around here… The top frame will navigate you around.

Dream Well

—and Boy–you are the bomb, better keep your fingers taped up—