THE NINTH WAVE

I vividly remember waking up the morning of Jan 11th 2016--The Next Day-- and my phone being full of messages from friends and family--some close to me and others I hadn't heard from in years. They were all cryptic. "Oh my god." "Thinking of you." "You ok ?". And I knew. I checked the news and saw. And in a way, I haven't recovered. As someone very dear to me said, it was like learning your favorite teacher had died--they maybe weren't in your life day-to-day, but the effect they had on your very core was profound. The past year I've been thinking a lot about the nature of art--of the overwhelming generosity it takes to bare your soul just in case another person out there can relate to it and understand themselves, and the world around them, just a little bit better. That's what David was to me, and I'm eternally indebted.