. --Epitaph-- .

I began this image the day I heard that you died,
It’s the most difficult thing I have ever chosen to draw
Trying to capture your spirit makes all the art I have created in the past feel like practice,
It doesn’t feel like I am practicing anymore..
None of it does....
It feels so much more real than I ever let it feel before,
I create this as my tribute to you, and as a vessel for your memory.
May it activate your spirit is the eyes that see it
So that you may live on,
In our minds and in our hearts.
I love you Tiffa.
you live and die a Legend.
May we honor all that you left us with...



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This poem had always reminded me of you when you were alive........ But now it’s so much more profound in your death....
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I fight with the lords of inertia and numbness,
As a dancer in long hours
Pressing inspiration through fatigue,

I am facing the death of a great woman,

Remembering her dance and cynical yet present and tender questing eyes I hear

"I build my walls with thunder
Stitch my clothes with lightning
So that the spirits will wear me
And live in me
For a moment's crack in eternity,

So they
Will hear the tears in my little life cloth,
So as to treasure the weave of my dear friends
And their magic as quilted with mine,

I have been dead for moments
And continue to live as all ancestors do,
Through you,
With you,
Waiting,
I fail to witness a thousand fall with every breath
And each deserves the rainstorm,

Each deserves the rainbow
And each bows to the source of gravity
Until they throw of the coil and soar",

-Paradox