During the weekend I finished the final panel for this six unit piece. Why do I call it a Requiem, sometimes and sometimes not? In May, Dan Leegant, one of my oldest and closest friends passed away. We first met in August, 1965, in Nsukka, Nigeria. We were both in the Peace Corps and teaching at the University of Nigeria. Through thick and thin, we remained friends for the rest of his life. It had actually been a winter and spring of losing relatives and friends. Among them, my cousin Roger Epperson, who was taken by a wave off Maui. My aunt Jean Moore in March. Then both David Ireland, the sculptor/artist and David Bromige, poet. And (Dr.) Milton Miller, my early and dear mentor from early days at the University of California, Riverside. There are others I cannot remember at the moment. In any case, as I made these pieces, I had the sense that fingers and pens were releasing much of the felt stuff around all of these passings. In the making, gratefully, along the way, I had my ears partnered variously to the musics of Bruce Ackley, Eric Friedlander, Bob Dylan, John O’Keefe’s performance of Walt Whitman, Albert Ayler and John Coltrane. Profound company all!
Here are a couple of individual panels for closer inspection.





