i used to watch him in the UK when i was in my teens. one thing i always loved that he did was these great paintings - really fast on huge surfaces with a big house-paint brush, accompanied by music. it would look like jsut a bunch of random abstract splotches and you wouldn't know what it was until the last minute - and then he'd add a detail or turn it sideways or upside-down and it would all make sense.

this makes me sad. and retro-actively triggered - if that makes sense. like someone i knew and trusted and that didn't harm me - but to find out after the fact that he wasn't as safe and good as i thought. a close call sort of feeling - i've had a couple of those in real life.
lee
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"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself... And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." - Paulo Coelho