stickismyfriend, aka Steemol) had suddenly and unexpectedly died. I was in the Tate, in a darkened room, watching some animations (black and white, crabby, political, scratchy) and my phone was not on vibrate. After I'd taken the news, outside, by the elevators, I found another darkened room with different animation showing (one of those old GPO films drawn straight on the film cells) and let the jazz, bright colours and abstract swirls wash over me, and over me.
If you want to check out some of Steve's works, here's his Flickr stream. He'll be missed, by me, by others.
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| from weekend #12,576 I don't really know what to say yet. |
