My interview with local artist Randall Tiedman in mid-October was one of those rare yet subtle events in a writer's career. Tiedman was a Vietnam Vet, a boxer, and an unapologetic liberal with no formal art training. He thrummed with an authenticity that was pure Cleveland. As for his work, it simply took my breath away.
Meeting this vibrant, funny and gentle man was a profound honor. The world lost him less than two weeks later.
Here are a few snaps I took that day of Tiedman's Collinwood studio, and a memorial I wrote for CAN Journal.
Ciao, Randall. We will miss your beautiful soul.
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