The Sublime and beautiful.

This time of year, the memory of departed loved ones weighs heavily on me. This show is for them.

I wanted to write something eloquent about it, but I'm finding myself lacking words tonight. I miss my friends. That's all. I refuse to be a prisoner of grief, but instead choose to dedicate the rest of my days to undermining the culture that took their lives, or caused them to take their own lives.

I don't think stories ever end, only chapters, and we keep our lost loved ones with us, by remembering them, and honoring their lives. Continuing their stories.

Too sentimental? Maybe. I'm okay with it. Every day with our loved ones, is a goddamn blessing. Every one. That's the thing about life. It's tricky, beautiful, complicated, and sometimes dangerous. It could end anytime, and sometimes I think we spend too much time existing, and not living. Surviving and not thriving.

I want to hung my friends, laugh, cry, be angry. Work it out. Accept imperfections. Live. Feel.

"We walk within you in the day
Sleep beneath you at night
and remember you for all or our lives"