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Not a week ago my best friend nick passed away... he committed suicide... for a long time nick had been very jumbled about how he felt and what he believed... there is one thing that i do know he believed in, CREATIVITY.... it is the tiny little part of the divine that you hold... CREATE don't destroy. LOVE don't hate. YOU are his favorite artist, YOU are MY favorite artist, give encouragement, be joyful, help one another... don't expect to change the world with little effort... cause it wont happen... try hard... make little changes... allow others to see this in hopes that they might do the same... because this world might be fucked up... yeah it might be... but if I pass the love along and YOU pass the love along... it'll get around... one day you'll run into someone you've never met and all there will be is love... to and from....

Nick was an amazing guy... cut down before two decades.... the gravity of the situation still has not fully effected me... While he may not be Da Vinci he was a true artist... he loved and despised his work... he was lazy and diligent... he was confusedly clearheaded... oh yeah and he coulda been Da Vinci... woulda been Da Vinci with more time...

Nick has a dev art account that will be active for a while yet... until his family decides if it will be removed or not... i encourage... no i IMPLORE you to please look, share your thoughts comments and ideas... its all about collaboration as far as he was concerned so please pitch in if you feel able.... if anyone would care for prints of ANY of his pieces please direct your requests to me and ill get a good scan etc of the pieces... Thank you

I've never met you... but i am trying to hard to love you... all of you...
i hope you feel the same...
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Lateralus

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.