A friend of mine from England, his wife, and I were chatting about our artistic goals and dreams, what we have always wanted to accomplish and some ideas that we have. We went into some depth and I told them of my current situation and how frustrated I am about it all. Some of my comments made a strong impression on my friends wife and a couple of days later I got an e-mail from her with the following in it. It took me a few days to convince her to let me post it here in my journal since she is a visual artist not a writer and only consented as long as I didn't use her name. I wanted to post it because I think it pertains to so many artists out there, I am including a couple of her comments before the actual epitath.

"what you said the other night about how you have felt when it comes to your artistic dreams has haunted me. I can't imagine feeling that way. I keep thinking that if I felt that way I would probably die. I know its a little weird but when that thought crossed my mind I started to wonder what the epitath would say if someone did die from such a feeling. I am not a writer and its really not very good but I wanted to send what I had come up with to you since I did kind of base it on you, I hope you don't mind and it doesn't creep you out too much.

Epitath For A Frustrated Artist

He Cared Too Much
As We All Know
Believed In Us All
With His Heart And His Soul
A Simple Artist
With A Simple Dream
Who Has Left Us Now
And So It Would Seem
That Just Like Those
Of Our Faerie Kin
He Died Because
No One Believed In Him