Some more good words I’m sharing.
He used his art as an inescapable way into the vast tunnels of the heart, where -- with open eyes but sealed lips, he bravely captured his own darkness, and then brought it out into the fugitive, mundane light for me to touch....
Here, here, don’t be afraid, it’s only flesh.
Walk me into your dreams of greatness, and lead me into the dark hours, there is nothing more beautiful.
Find me in yesterdays and look for me in your tomorrows.
And I shall seek you out in fateful sunrises and retreating sorrows.