the last of my little birds

flew the coop today. Luckily I have not only my deep and abiding love for art that keeps me company, but my furry always loving family, Ollie, Bad Betty + the ever faithful Angus. Still, there is sadness. My mother used to drive me crazy with cliches, like, "well, that's life, ya-ya" (she's very Swiss), but ultimately, she's, like, ya-ya, right.