Dave was the older brother I never had growing up. When he was going to school in San Diego I vividly remember a visit where he showed me his apartment with all his art work in it. He was delivering pizza at the time. His art work spoke to me. Taught me what it meant to have art speak from one’s soul and not from a pre conceived idea of what art was supposed to mean. Rest well my friend. Know you were loved and are loved strongly.
I have always been impressed with David's way of going through life. His athleticism on a skate board was something I was always impressed with. I never saw him snow board, but can imagine him taking on the biggest drops and most gnarly features on any mountain that he had in front of him.
I was always impressed with his ingenuity and desire to take on different tasks. I remember him making his own clothes on Jolene's sewing machine, as he wanted to make something unique and his own.
He loved to cook, never using a recipe book. Always using strong pungent and aromatic spices, with lots of "heat". He loved his dog "Sequoia" and walked a million miles with her. He loved strong black coffee. He loved peaceful and serene locations, tall trees, lakes, mountains, and snow.