No matter where Terence and I were we always found time to create art. 

 

We experimented with different mediums and challenged one another in discussion on the relationship of language to painting and photography.  We interwove our personal lives into our art.  And above all, we supported one another as though our lives depended on it.   

 

We collaborated until the very end of Terence’s life, which was on August 1985.  I remember one of our last conversations, which was about the Circle of Time and how ideas repeat themselves.