death is funny

i lost a best friend this last summer... for the longest time i held back my emotions but like a wave they have come back haunting me. loosing someone you love is never easy, even when you know their somewhere beautiful, its hard to see their dreams, and passions lay dormant on our plane of existence. my dear friend, jon, is an amazing artists and his art was evolving and taking new paths towards his last months. i wish he could be here in the flesh creating the beauty he perceived around him. the night he died i had a very vivid dream of the two of us standing by a river in a grassy meadow. behind us were a gathering of people but just like always jon and i escaped the crowd and wondered off to admire the stillness and presence of the world around us. as he stood next to me, he put his arm around my shoulders and said "isnt it beautiful, its all so beautiful" and then we said goodbye and i woke up to discover the tragic news of his passing. i wanted to post some of his work to share it with all of you. in this way a piece of him will be alive. where focus goes, energy flows. so i hope you feel all the love from our gaze jon jon.
i love you my brother.