Oh Robert...Bobby Bobby Bobby...how do I love thee, let me count the ways.
I loved you for "monogram" and the way you made that animal look at me with a tire around it's body.
I loved you for creepy birds who stare at me...I loved you for beds and silk screens of JFK....I loved you for shinny things, torn things and splattered things.
I am so happy I had you in my life. The way you greeted me through a slide projector in a dark room. The way you smiled when I walked into your gallery. Not too many have made me feel so special.
You'll be missed my darling Bobby.