This has been a tough week for all of us. My talented, wonderful uncle and godfather Jim McHale passed away on Tuesday after an almost year-long battle with colon cancer. He lived in California, and although I begged him to come stay with me, he chose to live his life exactly how he wanted to until the very end. There's dignity and strength in that choice.
He was an amazing artist who found his muse late in life. He didn't start really creating until the past 5 years or so. He loved digital media. He was lucky enough to have an amazing art show in October, courtesy of group called Dream Foundation. They arranged for him to have the show, kind of like Make-a-Wish.
I don't have any of his work. But I sent him lots of stuff over the past few months- art magazine, idea books, little journal, and hand-decorated moleskin folder, etc. He loved the mixed-media, collaged pieces I sent him. He understood me as an artist, and I understood him too.
He'll be sorely missed, and never far from my thoughts. Perhaps he'll be my muse now. Love you UJ!