Nov 15, 2024
paintings I did between mile 699 to mile 495 of the Arizona trail, an ~800 mile thru hike. Lucked out with the aspens! I caught a bit of snow as well, but was too cold to paint in it.
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paintings I did between mile 699 to mile 495 of the Arizona trail, an ~800 mile thru hike. Lucked out with the aspens! I caught a bit of snow as well, but was too cold to paint in it.
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Walnut Canyon, just off the Arizona Trail near Flagstaff on July 12, 2023
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Driving Back From New Haven // David Trinidad
Tim looks at his watch, reaches into his pocket, takes out a small plastic container and swallows an AZT pill with a sip of Sprite. “Poison,” he mutters under his breath. I glance over at him. We haven’t talked about his health the entire trip. “How does it make you feel?” I ask. “Like I want to live until they discover a cure,” he snaps. We travel in silence for a while. I stare out the window at all the green trees on the Merritt Parkway. Then he says: “I resent it. I resent that we were not raised with an acceptance of death. And here it is, all around us. And I fucking resent it. I resent that we do not know how to die.”
Vincent Gagliostro Enjoy AZT (ACT UP), 1989 - 1991