i spent the evening at my brother Bills old apartment going through his stuff...he was a veritable pack rat, and i spent hours collecting and disposing of duplicates of duplicates of every imaginable kind of pen, buttons, trinkets, half used nose drops, eye drops, salves, bits of paper, prescription orders, medicines, etc....but through all of it i continued to stumble on magnificent pieces of art, which is why i am there laboring through it all.....I stopped time and time again to study the quality and quantity of work he actually did....i felt as though i was looking through the personal effects of an extraordinary artist....now lost, except for what he left behind...left to the world....i talked to him while i was there, saying, dont worry Bill, I will take care of all of it! it is safe!
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 07:29:44 +0000
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