I’m finding it really hard to reconcile the randomness of tragedy with my faith in the wild beauty of life. Yesterday I received the shocking news that Noah Anderson, a student in one of my classes, was killed in a hit and run. I can’t stop thinking about our last conversation. He loved the fan brush and was really excited by oils bc all his previous painting was in spray paint– he was a graffiti artist. His fingers were just coated in paint, and his eyes were so shiny happy. You know the look.
He was so YOUNG! All of that light in his eyes, all that promise, extinguished.