I love space, I love all about the Cosmos and the Universe. It doesn't make me feel small. It is no coincidence I worked on Star Wars as a commercial artist. I wasn't merely loitering around the Presidio falling into the Sarlacc pit.
I dreamed to become an astronaut when I was little. I became a painter instead, next best thing.
And the majority of humanity is just asleep.
As I'm going through my emails I would run into emails from Dad.
He would say please call. Love, Dad.
Today I feel him together with me, I cried a little and I remember his love, he always made sure to tell me he loved me.
Dad and step-mom in front of the Yoda statue at Lucasfilm where I worked.
Dad in front of the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco.
