Sun on my back in the morning. A sweet rarity in these days of November. I've been appreciating my relationship with my friend and ex, Bradly. Always, over the years I have known him, but especially over the past few months. I don't know anyone else like him. His art is incredible- brilliant, original, intricate. He is the combination of tender and tough that I love to no end- perhaps a trait from an area of the world that we are both from but, more than likely, more a product of what we have both seen.
He has a way of calling shit out in a way that is hilarious but dead on with what it is critiquing. I love how he treats the people in his life. I love how he supports women artists in his life.
I love the way that he supports me: Sometimes through humor and story telling, sometimes listening, and one time- I'm thinking about this because it's been on my mind, lately- him coming up from LA to go with Jodi (who also came up) and a few other of my friends to court with me when I had to get that protection order against that guy I didn't know who was stalking me. That was scary, scary shit. It meant a lot to me that he came up for that.
Anyway: I love our phone conversations because I get to be a witness of sorts to the process in which he figures out how to best love the people in his life while loving himself at the same time.
And fuck can he can cook some amazing ass food.
Just thinking about him today, and feeling thankful that he is someone in my life.
be well; be loved
-k.
PS If you're looking for music, art, and the crossover of the two~ check out some of the videos of the bands from the label he does, and the label in general, here .
(image: Stephane Rolland Haute Couture)
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