Into the Light (December 1991- June -1992)
Judy's father Ray died on December 13th, 1991 in the morning,
after a long illness. We went to the funeral. I remember a priest saying,
"Ray learned to accept." I wondered how much he could have said if he
could have said anything at all. I wished I'd known him better than hardly at
all.
Jason at Christmas in
l991
May this Christmas be
your best so far
and may you come to know
how really special you are.
It's how you feel about
your self that is how your really are.
We love you Jason, Happy
Christmas.
Dad and Judy
Joshua and Christmas
1991
You've always looked at
life your own way
and said, and done what
you've believed in.
Never stop being your
self Joshua, you’re beautiful.
We love you.
Dad and Judy
"Painting has become, for me, being."
Our last St. Bonus Day Flight
It’s so much more than David's last bonus day
a night flight left standing, alone in my ego,
once again making a fool of myself
drawing pictures on napkins, trying portrait deals
this frontal attack never works, still I persist.
Everything, everything has become a poem. March 14th, 1992
Paintings from the light
