September 11, 2008
This post is to remember my friend Brian Paul Dale who was on flight 11 from Boston to Los Angeles. When he died he left a wife and three children under the age of five. He was a wonderful, smart, warm hearted, generous person with enormous patience - he taught me to drive a car when I was 36-years-old. I think of him often and know his family misses him terribly. He was so dependable and honorable, he had wonderful parents and siblings. He had such a big presence that it's hard to believe he's not alive. So this is to remember him.
I made this collage right after I found out he died. I thought the two legs represented both the twin towers and how it felt like there was a big weight pressing down on everyone.