Sept 3 1997 - Sept 2 2019
BRANDON ARDELL ARCHER
BROTHER & BESTFRIEND
A Letter To My Bubba:
My life in a lot of ways sucks ass now that you're gone. I am in a constant cycle of processing and grieving. I am unable to count the ways in which my life is forever changed now due to your absence...yet I continue to smile.
I have yet to figure out how or even why I have the strength to keep pressing on, but deep down I am sure you wouldn't have left me here to do anything but persevere. You always showed me how to remain strong in the midst of a storm, and bro am I in a damn storm.
Creating has been/is hard to maintain while grieving.
This is now my "new normal" for life, and well, it's a long-lasting effect, so I must have patience with myself, which means I must have patience with my art...but how do I do that?
By trusting the process.
A Letter To You:
I pray that visiting this page will allow you the smallest insight into my life as an "Artist In Grief". I am still learning how to be a "new kind of patient" with myself and through my artistic expression. This is not my first life cycle dealing with grief, but it is a new one that will take me a while to adjust to.
Here's to 2022, almost at 3 years since I've had to adjust.
Here's to believing I can do it (& documenting it for myself.)
Here's to my lifelong process of grief... & remembering that it's ok.
THIS SHIT IS HARD, but my art will speak volumes and languages I didn't even know it could & will soon be heard, felt, translated, and appreciated by the masses, including those going through the same type of shift.
Eye am not alone & I thank you for reading this far.
You are loved.
HE IS MY MOTIVATION.