A little psychedelic something for my old pal Chris....

Christopher Jordan Rogers, 1974 - 2009

Last week I lost someone very important to me as an artist. My friend and influence, Chris Rogers, passed away unexpectedly at the too young age of 35. As a painter, his talent was unmatched, and his warmth, wonderful smile and joie de vivre I cherished. Even the briefest encounter with Chris left an indelible mark. His spark lit a flame in me as an artist and as a person, and losing him is a very sad event indeed.

This afternoon, I walked along Queen St West and realised that it won't be the same without Chris. Everywhere I looked, I saw reflections of him - the galleries he showed at, the cafés and restaurants he spent time in; the very street itself is such an expression of his amazing, unique personality. Chris was vibrant, talented, kind, intelligent, fun, eclectic and a true joy to be around. I'm so grateful that I was lucky enough to know him these last 20 years. He'll be with me for the rest of my life in the music and art we both loved, his spirit a constant inspiration.

If I could speak to him one more time, I would tell him that he changed my life and I loved him for it, and that I'd worried about him, but had faith he'd find his way. I'd tell him he was tops.