Seth and I took these back in 2012. He was interviewing me for a podcast for Trip City. We had been mutual fans and friends for years before, brought together by wonderful friends such as Molly Crabapple, Jeff Newelt, Dean Haspiel and Chris Miskiewicz. The day we met to photograph and record I had promised him into Gramercy Park. Inspired by a story of me hopping the fence and claiming I could because my great grandmother lived there. We decided we'd enter no matter what. It was up to me to find a way in. "Meet me at the gate and I'll have the key." I messaged him.
The morning came and I managed to snag a key from one of the clubs for my ID and some personal belongings. I find when you tell a story and there's truth in it that those around will connect to that story. They want to be a part of that story being told. I told them about my great grandmother, how she grew up with Claudette Colbert and how Seth and I were going to walk in my great grandmother's garden.Seth laughed as I opened the gate and we pushed our way through. We had exactly two hours.
We went out for coffee after and he photographed me with my tarot.
"Tell me your favorite card." He said.
"Wheel of Fortune. It keeps me on my toes."
These are things I remember in between tears. Sentences are really easy why your eyes aren't spouting water and your throat closing up. I want to pound my fists into the ground and summon him back but you can't wish someone back from the other side, no matter how hard you are wishing. You can't rip up the floorboards and resuscitate them. You can't write them back into the pages of an already written book.
All I can do is be happy for the times we had. I can rejoice in being a collaborator, muse, and friend. I worked with Seth on two other projects. We were supposed to do two more. Seth fought hard to beat leukemia. He did it for his family, for his friends, for all those that loved him dearly and deeply. I spoke to him two days before. It's times like this that nothing seems real. I want to call but can't, so instead I reach out to friends and collaborators. We share our stories and images. We share our memories.
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Seth was a master to work with. I was honored when he and Dean wrote the character "The Tarot" for me. Our shoots went easily with a lot of laughs. He pulled in good people. He was good people. I often told him of projects before I said yes. If Seth thought they were good I'd give it ago. Seth was loved amongst the community. He was loved amongst his friends. If anything shows it look at this beautiful write up by Hannah of Bleeding Cool of his birthday party at Speakeasy Dollhouse.
We never got to do our Burroughs project or more of the costumed characters. I'm grateful for Seth's presence in my life. I'm grateful I got to know him. Last night I walked the streets of Astoria searching for a thought and to calm my racing heart. My iphone does this thing sometimes where it likes to repeat one song. "Tonight Tonight" played over and over as the cool breeze washed over my skin. "Seth would have liked this." I said giving a blessing to the winds.
Tonight, so bright
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight