Today I am deeply saddened by the death of my friend and artist, Larry Nowlan. He died suddenly and his passing has left shock and heartache. If I feel this, as a fellow creative, I can't even fathom the loss for his young family. I have thought of them a lot today.
I don't want to write much but I want to express my gratitude to Larry for his kindness, generosity, and his spectacular creativity-- all of which I find inspiring and unfortunately as it goes, feels much more acute in his death.
Back in 2010, I had the opportunity to follow Larry's progress as he worked on the Harry Kalas monument in his studio just down the road from my house. I would pack my little boy on my back and head into the studio to chat with Larry and wander around his studio taking photos. He worked hard and was passionate about his craft but we always shared stories about our kids as well. It's hard to find the balance but I know Larry tried. I collected some of the images from that year and posted them in a gallery here. I loved watching him hone his craft.
We had spoken recently through email but I hadn't been to his studio in a month or so and I already miss knowing that I won't see his purple truck outside parked outside and I can't pop up the stairs to say a quick hello, talk art, design or chat about future projects. I loved visiting his studio; it is one of my favorite spots in Windsor. It was busting with creations and ideas in motion. After a chat with Larry, I always, without a doubt, felt like I could do something great with my art--like he did.
I am certainly grateful that I did know him for a time. I looked up to him very much and will always be in awe of what he was able to create. I am glad that part of him will always be around because he was a good one and as it turns out my unexpected mentor. Today was a sad sad day.