What to say- what to say...when one of your most treasured, beloved artists dies- in your time.
To know she was breathing and moving and making and imagining and being Louise across the sea...
yet the body dies, and mine will too, as will yours. I find it hard to believe at times, but this is how it is, and will always be.
Louise Bourgeois comes in on the chilly open window breeze this morning and snuggles up next to me, with a cats smile on her face. She tells me not to give up, "keep making! Or else!', and I hold her close.
She will live on in her work for as far as we can see . Her memory will luckily be crooking a finger and telling us "come with me" for a stretch so long I am almost comforted.
Dearest Louise, inspirational woman, girl, lady, lover, Mother, wife and wonder.
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