...The painting may be slightly amateurish, fading across two rickety sheets of plywood in Mount Oliver, Pennsylvania. But who among us will have something so heartfelt and beautiful created to remember us when we're gone? If we're lucky, maybe a few lines in the local paper about our works and days, the names of those we'll leave behind. A wake full of uncomfortable people eager to move on with their lives...
My friend Giselle, remembering the "Love Thy Bro" graffiti tag I spotted in North Minneapolis, emails a link to this reflection by Jim at Sweet Juniper on a memorial mural to "Brice" outside of Pittsburgh:
at 12:23 PM