As December 8th rolls around I’m reminded again of the assassination of John Lennon. I’m in my 40s and even though we are nearly 4 decades on it’s still painful for me. It may seem silly to those who didn’t grow up listening to him, but he was so prolific, his existence shifted the arch of the world. But what makes his death painful to me still is what we didn’t hear from this legend. Taken in a completely senseless manner we’ve all been robbed of profound music never completed, never created, and we are worse for it.

But…what we do have is so amazing and profound I live and breathe his work as it echos in the background of my own artwork. From student to professional John Lennon’s work is interwoven in, his lyrics ring as my lines are created.

But still, one wonders What if? and reflects on what we lost…