Hello, Bob. This is Robert Ashcraft.
Your latest work is wonderful. I am only just today back on DA after a long, long hiatus. I have specific reasons for this. I, too, hope you are well, and busy. How is your wife?
I will need a full day, at least, to explore your more recent work. When last I paid attention, you were still in your “China” phase, which I very much enjoyed.
I am now 61. 62 looms. Life inspires awe, for reasons and in ways I would never have suspected it can. My health is very poor, but my happiness level is high. My marriage is a gift and my salvation. Laura loves me.
After sixteen incredible years, I have no idea why.
Lately, Bob, I have been experiencing a series of extremely vivid dreams. As dreams are wont, they involve many blended themes, but high level pencil drawing is always a component. I am able to recall much of these dreams after. More than is “normal” for me. Strong, constant images that I could, for example, if I so wished, use as the basis for a piece.
I have no specifically relatable idea why these dreams have come upon me, but I am seriously considering doing something about it. My musical muse, as it were, is on extended sabbatical, and so I require an alternative creative outlet.
My dreams may be nothing more than a demand from that part of myself. One which, as you know, I have, insofar as drawing is concerned, ignored for a very long time.
I may draw something. I have no aspirations beyond that. I just think I need to draw. I suspected this day was likely to come, at some point, before I die. Perhaps that moment, where I try to recall, for a brief interlude before things end for me, what caused such deep love in me in the early part of my life, has finally come about.
I expect to live between 5 and ten years. Why, does not matter. All that matters to me in this time is my wife, my mind, and just possibly, a need to leave something creatively worthwhile behind. I was an artist before anything else. It was, as you know, a “love-hate” relationship. But it is, as much as anything, who I am.
I make no promises. I have matured that much, at least. But, if I produce anything worthwhile, I would like to share it with you. Specifically with you. Perhaps even only with you, at least to start.
I would also like to talk to you, by email, from time to time, if possible. Of all the souls I have met in the years of my life, you are one who left a deep, deep impression. I no longer speak to my kids. There is no hate in either direction, but they do not live in a world I am able to enter with comfort.
So let it be.
In any case, the number of people I care to speak to at all is profoundly limited, by choice. I speak to a few people online who have interesting things to say.
I would love to correspond with you. Away from any site like this, if possible. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
I will keep my account here current until I hear from you.
If that does not happen, please always know that I wish you nothing but reward and joy. You are a good man.
I am so glad I knew you, called you my personal friend, and loved the person you are, for a time, in my life. I often miss you, partner. I hope enough time has passed for me to say that I never really cared for Rhonda. She was a coarse woman, and seemed wrong for you. I am confident your lady now has grace and beauty, and a soul that compliments your own.
I also was wrong for you. I am glad that you surpassed and transcended me. Your art is everything a man with your vision, talent and above all cultivated skill, should be able to make for the eyes of the world.
I have never forgotten you, and I never will.