I collaborated with a long-time friend on this “story portrait” — a project residing deep in my heart’s folds.
He was diagnosed with extremely rare inoperable spinal tumors in 2006, which have since metastasized to his brain. He was given 2 years to live. It’s a miracle that his runway has been longer despite many odds, since much of our vitality resides in the spine.
He’s also a zealous vinyl collector and has taught me much about bootlegs, virgin vinyls, master recordings, limited editions and much more — a fascinating world of music, art and soul.
He’s collected for decades, and scouts records based on musicians AND by album cover art. Hearing AND seeing. I’ve had rich experiences listening to his curated music selection while surrounded by magnificent album covers spread all over the floor. Bliss on tap.
We decided to create a portrait collages that incorporate some of these themes -- here's one of them.
One of the base photos of his back features ivy — the evergreen, stubborn climbing plant that is both revered and destructive. The second base image of his back is lined with a carnivorous plant called Netenthenes. And of course, we included a few covers.
I hope he feels that he now has a zany album cover of his own.
Flexible and nimble, yet tough as nails.  Born on a zany full moon.  Flowing like water.  Walking barefoot in snow. 
My daughter.
"So Good It Hurts"
Self-portrait of my feelings in the midst of misunderstanding and mis-interpretation of song lyrics with a life-long friend.
My Mom

I have the exact same conversation with my mom every single time we speak. This is one aspect of how we’re experiencing her sunset years. At first, I felt frustrated and sad, but have arrived at peace. Listening to the tonality and nuances of the same stories with curiosity. As the mind drops, more heart is rising.

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