For WLB: 1974-2011.
6x6x2” charcoal, mammal dust, a heartbreaking farewelll and encaustic on cradled frame
(still in shock. don’t know how to respond. don’t know anything other than our lives are short. i think of you, so many years back, and wonder if i knew you’d be dead by 37 years of age. whatever happened, i’m so sorry for not being able to save you, and all that stupid guilt shit. you and i both know who really deserved this shit hand. i’d trade it back if it could. oh my god, you are not here anymore. that is so fucked; i’ll try to explain myself. and please stop opening my studio door. just kidding. please keep it opening. i’m so sad; our years were golden. you should be here; i should not. tell me when it’s OK to make mother love bone jokes, miss wendy. your loss is so, so not anyone’s gain.)
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