He was one of the most com­pas­sion­ate peo­ple I knew. A true artist. He believed in the artist in me, even when I had giv­en up on every aspect of myself.

And he said to me as we part­ed ways, “no mat­ter what you do, nev­er stop mak­ing art.”

And I wish I could tell him that, over the years, how much his words had helped me nour­ish myself and the artist in me. That even though many years have gone by, his words still encour­ages me. That I haven’t stopped mak­ing art, and I will nev­er stop mak­ing art.

And I will always remem­ber your kind­ness, C. I hope you are at peace.