My hand tattoo was still new here, so it looks a bit swollen…or I was just overweight at the time.
I think the only reason why I keep this blog going now is because she loved it. Like, she was a fan of me and my work as I was of hers. We met on a graffiti forum more than 20 years ago so we were internet friends, then became best friends irl. She would send us handwritten letters in cute stationary, art supplies, stickers and snacks through the mail. She was a Leo – a fire sign so our creativity, our art fagginess, dark, sarcastic, “haterade” humor was a match. She was fierce and loyal. I have never known someone to love and care so much about their friends.
Here is an artist interview that I still love reading time and time again that I kept on here:
Today is a very hard day, especially driving to and then being at work. I wanted to post this on Instagram but couldn’t bring myself to do it…it’s still too soon. Except for people that already know, I’m not ready for other people to leave comments of condolences, so I’m doing it here where no one really reads my blog.
I found out yesterday late afternoon that one of my bestest friends, Roxy passed away unexpectedly on Sunday morning, October 20th.
My heart hurts so bad, no one can hardly believe this is even real. I was hoping it was a joke. Not only that but now I also have a sore throat and runny nose which makes everything even worse, literally making my chest hurt…I’m exhausted.
I pulled this card today: Five of Cups. Loss, disappointments in love and relationships. Sad emotions. In the photo is a sticker of one of Roxy’s old illustrations.
The tarot never lies, it always knows exactly what’s going on with you and reflects it back whether you are consciously aware of it or not. This one was completely obvious.
I can’t believe this happened and I miss her so much already. She was only 36. I keep expecting for her to react to one of my IG stories or for her to post a pic or a story. All I can do at this point is read old DMs and look at photos and videos of her painting with her bunny. I collected her art over the years too.
The last time I experienced overwhelming grief and sadness was when my mom passed in 2006.
I tuned in to her energy while the song was playing and the impression I got was – she felt really bad for putting us through this but she felt especially awful for her husband and kids. That she was sorry but also feeling scared. I understood, as her physical death was very unexpected. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown with her hair and makeup done, but she was in tears, looking at me. I was also in tears and she looked at me, unable to console me.
I’m really missing you right now, my friend ????
Roxy and I at her art show in Las Vegas, Sept 2016
