This is an old drawing of mine. This is a young man that I saw and photographed on the day that John Lennon died at a spontaneous memorial in northern Florida. I was struck by his grief and later I did a pencil drawing of him, my early art school days. I know he looks sad, but he is kind of a muse for me, or a guide. I have never met him, I don’t know his name. I hope he is doing ok, wherever he is.