Really well-worn-in oxford cloth.
Feet dangling over water.
Stuff like this packed in a bag.
When this is my view.
Friday, July 8, 2011
I was sorry to read about his passing earlier this week at 83. I always loved seeing his paintings and drawings in museums and thinking how it was cool you could still meet him under the right circumstances or given the opportunity. I feel sad that that's no longer true.
I love that he was so different, controversial, and that he kept so to himself. I love that he say stuff like, "[after finishing a painting] I usually have to go to bed for a couple of days."