Tom Slaughter passed away on October 25th. He was a gifted artist, whose work was immediate, fun, simple, and unmistakably his own. Tom lived his life "in the brilliant light of imagined skies, where the time is always high noon or midnight."
Unlike my early days in New York, I no longer roam the boroughs attending opening after opening, party after party, all night conversations in some random artist loft/apartment/space (the after after party). It sounds great because it was great. It was also more distracting than inspiring.