I am grateful that had more time recently to spend with your precious soulmate. I only wish your journey in this physical life could have been longer. I hope that God can comfort your in your sorrow.

The truth is unless you make art folks will buy you will not get to stay in the field very long, unless you are Sargent, whose family was mega rich. The rest of us poor folks need to sell to buy supplies and eat. Brian, I was actually refering to a recent display at a downtown gallery where the artist had gone to India, let the workers there collect human excrement and dry it into blocks. Note, his lily white hands were not sullied by the process… The blocks were then shipped halfway across the globe and proudly displayed.

• I wasn’t informed of my father’s death until years after.
• We are out here to produce art, lets do this from our heart.
• He was the father of a friend I made in 1st grade .
• It sounds like I misplaced him.
• We stayed for the funeral of course which was the most difficult thing to endure.

Your mothers pain is immeasurable but so is yours. Help yourself before you help others. This helped me understand mush of what I’m feeling.

We Relate To How They Died

Midnight Cowboy-Yeah, I think you could be right. I personally liked Ian Punnet alot though. I don rh race cars ‘t know how he did in ratings, but I would listen to him if Noory left. He knows that subject matter as well as Noory. But, that is only if he’d want the show back for some reason. I agree whole heartedly that we don’t need Art Bell anymore.

We never talked except for one word yes or no. And he was always a dark cloud looming over me whenever we were in proximity. Your mother is dead and it is unfortunate that she acted so badly when she was alive. As you can tell by this blog you are not the only person who had really bad parents. I am glad you had your grandparents there to help you and turned out to be a normal woman.

Art Bell’s Wife Dies Unexpectedly

I feel different from other grievers because of the circumstances of the death . I know mine is a complicated grief. Now, he’s in a nursing home in the late stage of death. I went to see him two days ago.

His gf is venting out to me, and while I appreciate the trust, it’s stressing the fuck out of me and my mental health is not even 50% good. Eventually, less than a year before his death, he planned an impromptu birthday dinner for me with a few friends. It was nice and I thought he was trying to be more caring. But, after that, he went back to his narcissistic, self-absorbed ways, to the point that he was lying to me all over again.

Making Art Until Somone Dies

I’m sure Art is no longer reading these messages my friends. It is very disturbing about his marriage. My brother fell into the same trap while building a power plant in the PI. He was forced by gunpoint to marry the girl because she said he fathered the baby and was a virgin. His wallet and passport was stolen and he had to take refuge in the embassy and eventually was able to leave.

As A Grief Ritual

I’m angry that he didn’t try harder. We all loved him still, I hope he knows that, we literally just didn’t like him and didn’t want that negativity anymore, so we removed ourselves. I wan’t to say thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you for showing me what I didn’t want to be when I grew up but fuck you for all these internal issues I have. And I know you know but I want you to know that I turned out ok, my family is ok and we did think about you often. As much as you always said you would ave been better off without us, we would have been better off without you.

I will never get that imagery out of my head. If you don’t fail then you are not trying. I bet all through life each of you has pulled themselves up, dusted yourself off, and kept going. My father was a perfectionist in his own vision, and I have learned that you don’t have to be perfect, Not in the vision of a parent nor anyone else. A few tips from Al Anon might help you.