There are a few times, like today. This morning with the fog coming in and cars and birds waking up. Cat blinking, legs stretched out, heater humming and the sun hasn't even come up yet. And everyone's asleep and I miss you so much it feels like a thousand dishes breaking on the surface- inside it feels like a thousand doves flying up through my blood with the most gentle wings fluttering.

There are a few times, like today. I get the memory of you rushing right into my ear canals and eyes and nose and over my skin and there you are. And the places you took me, and the care you showed me as you supported me to grow on my own. There are a few times, one gets to meet such strength, and I have had the honor.

If you
ever
should need me
i believe in you

Andrew is as generous as he is talented. An artist, master, mentor, and friend. I am honored to call him these things.

I remember hearing his name at a ConceptArt.org conference. He had come down with pneumonia, and when Jason announced the news, there was grumbling. Jason paused, "Well, if you think that's going to stop him, then you don't know Andrew." Sure enough, he showed and gave a killer digital painting demo.

Andrew's force of will, and his openness to the untenable flow of creativity around us is inspiring. His open heart will shake the dust of your own rusty hinges, and you might find yourself forging new pathways previously unseen.

you have a song that sings in my heart
the ever present constant of change
presence to the now miracle of a moment
the autumn of spring
the winter of summer
death and births
transmutational symphony
we molecules of joy bursting from the seam
reflekin
thanks for coming here again,
let's do it for real now...
i got you....
wwweeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Hey Brother Andrew.

The new work is strong, enticing and peaceful. Amazing... congrats.

Peace Candy Man

Too have befriended Andrew. A remarkable human he. A mentor, a playmate; one of the most courageous souls I've had the honor of knowing...loving. As history fills in the pages of novels, weaves the fabric of tapestry’s and stains chapel glass with the faces of those who shone with intent, one day I will surely reflect on the now with pride and marvel at the genius of his creations. His vision, generosity, humility; willingness to sit squarely with the unfamiliar, and often uncomfortable, are unparalleled and nothing short of the very root of inspirational.

From the moment we met it has been my pleasure. I find a strength, a calmness; certain clarity in recognizing, admitting that we, humans, need others. Andrew is so dear to me, so vital, so core are his values, his embrace, his consideration and love, that I can only use terms such as family, kin, to express the complexity of my gratitude for his presence in my life. He wears his flaws, his frustrations willingly; vulnerably…I hope to live my life by such a brand.

My favorite Andrew doesn’t mind paint: anywhere, everywhere. My favorite Andrew proclaims short breathed as a schoolyard child “I want a motorcycle”, as he rides bitch, giddy through Chinatown dusk. My favorite Andrew told me that with each new lover, each new opportunity too be reborn with another, too give with divine purpose and directness, your heart is forgiven; from the ashes, healed of its heaviness…its past understood, completed. I never knew this. Thank you.

You can trust in/solve with/believe in/rely on/exchange with/share wholly/care for/explore with/embrace this man; artistically, personally, explicitly. He is truly a gem.