Holding Hands

Dear Robert,

Often as I lie awake I wonder if you are also lying awake. Are you in pain or feeling alone? You drew me from the darkest period of my young life, sharing with me the sacred mystery of what it is to be an artist. I learned to see through you and never compose a line or draw a curve that does not come from the knowledge I derived in our precious time together. Your work, coming from a fluid source, can be traced to the naked song of your youth. you spoke then of holding hands with god. Remember through everything, you have always held that hand, grip it hard, Robert, and don´t let go.

The other afternoon, when you fell asleep on my shoulder, I drifted off, too. But before I did, it occurred to me looking around at all your things and your work and going through years of work in my mind, that of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.




Patti




All pictures by me.
Text: Just Kids, Patti Smith