loss

I am terrified to write this post, but I guess I have to.  I need to talk about loss.  When someone dies, you say good-bye.  When someone is presumed-...what?
Arrogance and lack of sight.  And terrible friend. 

She told me that this was her last incarnation.  She was ascending.

She was better than me.

...think i might go back to this series - ink and wax on watercolor paper

walls in fishtown

details from new painting