Imagine

I have two friends, Denis and Robert, artists who work out of the same studio. Within that studio their life’s work, a rich history of creations that captured imagined dreams, recorded personal and professional growth, and extended a promise of tomorrow in paintings.

Robert lives a simple life, simpler than mine. He resided in the studio. Kept his tooth brush next to his pallet of color. And since he is also a musician his guitars and recordings were in the studio.

On Wednesday, fire stole the creative works of these two men. A complete lost. Tonight, I heard his voice crack when he spoke about the loss of the pictures. Not his paintings, but photos of his kids.

Imagine all the cumulative work of your life - gone. All your belongings gone. All your mementos gone. His identity, pieces of himself, gone.

It made me back up my hard drive, but if both hard drive and memory stick are in the same building, I’m not protected.

Robert is safe and he has family in the area. He said things could be worse.