Michael

This is the only art I have hanging in my living room. It was left to me by my best city friend, Michael, who died in 1990. A few years later, I produced a series of short tv spots called Keepsakes. People remembered a loved one who died of AIDS without mentioning the term. One of my guests cancelled at the last minute and I asked Mary in our art department if she’d like to do one. She hesitated and then agreed. 

Mary relayed an amazing story about Michael. He borrowed a bottle of gold leaf from her right before he died. A short while later, she needed it for a freelance job and remembered she had given it to Michael. The next day she entered her loft and in the middle of the floor there it was. Her gold leaf.