This summer I lost a good friend and fellow artist. He was only 59 and yes it was caused by the dreaded ‘C’ Word. Life is not easy to understand sometimes.
I met Art Lee just over 20 years ago. Him and his wife were especially kind to me and mine. He loved music and art, hockey and some football but most of all he loved his family. There’s much more, as you could guess, that could be said of such a person; wonderful things that have already been thought and spoken. Right now I am pausing to share some of his work with you that a bit of him will live on in all those that view this post. These are perhaps not all his best work. These are pictures I took for my art gallery a few years ago.
One of the last words he spoke to me in the hospital, as he held two of my paintings,was “…if only ya had the time.. “ They weren’t spoken in a tone of regret but of insatiate interest, as if to say in wonderment, ” oh, what one could do if they only had the time.” I’d like to think he was getting a glimpse of that eternal “time” where he can create forever. I’d say “Rest in Peace, Art” but I know he’d rather be working, painting…