David Dees was and remains, without question, the most brilliant, revolutionary Political Artist of our times. David redefined the entire genre and created his own unprecedented and singular platform of political expression and social commentary.
I cannot imagine anyone capturing or duplicating his overwhelming use of imagery and color to make such enormous, sometimes frightening, often witty and always powerful statements. Many of his images instantly knock the observer into a heightened state of clarity and realization of what is being done to all of us by the deep state and World Matrix of Zionist, communist, socialist globalization.
It is never easy saying goodbye. Especially to a friend and colleague with whom one has shared so many extraordinary experiences. David was more than a friend…he was a professional colleague, a neighbor, a confidante and someone who enjoyed giving and sharing. He gave his art to the world, he gave his time to people in need, he loved nature and most especially his cats and bunnies …for which he built a little paradise on the half acre and modest home I managed to find for him almost ten years ago. That is quite a story in itself.
How many people do you know who would spend all afternoon singing and entertaining the elderly and ill in hospice and extended care residences? I would often go with him when he performed at these places and I can tell you that I’ve seen a lot of older Americans smiling with wet eyes as David sang to them. When the end of an afternoon would arrive and it would be time to go, I’d start helping him pack his music equipment to drive him home…and watch many of these seniors come up to him…some being pushed in wheelchairs…to thank him often through tears of appreciation.
Shortly before I helped move him into a hospice here in town, he said to me ‘How strange that after all those times I’d sing at hospices that now it’s me who is going into one.’ I was with David as much as I could be from the time he learned of the diagnosis through two hospital stays, 10 radiation sessions and then, finally, to what is considered to be the best hospice available in our area. His stay there was made possible by one of his doctors who came to know him and learned about his art and his efforts to help the world wake up and achieve meaningful change.
I would drive and visit him most every day during the last stage. I tried to be sure he had at least one visitor each day. I last visited him in the early evening of Saturday, May 30. I knew it would be the final visit and even though he couldn’t talk and was heavily sedated, I just sat next to him in my usual chair for over an hour so he wouldn’t be alone. All I said was, ‘I’m here…just rest.’ I didn’t wan’t him to feel any need to whisper.
I could tell he was in increasing discomfort and I finally, whispered to him ‘Would you like me to get you something for the pain? He perceptively nodded and I left to alert the nurse who brought the medication in a few minutes later. I finally left after he received another maximal dose and could see, after some minutes, that he was not in as much distress.