I was scrolling through Twitter when I read the first post about Brody Stevens dying. My brain turned to instant denial and that it must have been some sort of cruel rumor only the internet of today could provide. Then I saw more tweets, pictures and memorial messages. I felt and still feel a lot of disbelief that this truly funny and good hearted, positivity-pushing comedian took his own life. I do not place blame on Brody for leaving us, I’m just really sad that he’s gone.
In the days following his death, I knew I needed to paint Brody’s portrait. I wanted to memorialize him in some way, and I used the time spent making his portrait as my own type of therapy. It felt like my way of saying goodbye and helped me work through a lot of sadness by focusing on my craft in those few days.
Brody meant a hell of a lot to me because he shared things so openly and he helped me feel less alone in my own life more than once. When I watched his memorial at The Comedy Store on Periscope I saw that he helped not only me but plenty of other people during his time here. It was so clear to me how loved he is. I still feel a pang of sadness whenever his photo pops up in a feed, I miss him a lot. I know lot of others do too. All we can do is keep is memory alive and be there for one another.
Believe It Fund