Preface: This is a personal post and one day belated.Sometimes a tragic event doesn’t resonate with you until your daily life becomes interrupted. This occurred to me this morning, the second morning since I was informed that I will not be able to see my friend again. Walking into the gallery this morning seemed daunting, not because of the work ahead, but because of the sense that something was missing. That something was the presence of my friend; with the high levels of noise and the bustling of faculty and students there was an overwhelming silence in my head. My friend shared the same love that I did as working in the preparator trade, taking pleasure in the aesthetics and minor details of any project he took on and approaching every exhibition or installation with professionalism and passion. I have and always will refer to him as “one of the greats”. When I finished working this morning and noticed the time was almost noon, without a thought I went to Don Pepe’s minus the chance to meet up with my friend. This lunch spot is filled with history – a lineage of museum tradesman; the one where we would catch-up, talk shit and basically stop time for a moment in our busy schedules. I quietly devoured my shrimp taco and drank one Negra Modelo in honor of a friend. A friend that I learned volumes from and I could ask any question, in any subject, which in turn was followed by a detailed answer pushing my knowledge further. I am so thankful and fortunate that four weeks ago we were able to sync our calendars to get lunch and grab a beer.Cheers to you Ed Lund – one of the great people I have had the gift of knowing, the pleasure of working along side with and the honor to call a true friend.#edwardoddlundthethird#oneofthegreats

Preface: This is a personal post and one day belated.Sometimes a tragic event doesn’t resonate with you until your daily life becomes interrupted. This occurred to me this morning, the second morning since I was informed that I will not be able to see my friend again. Walking into the gallery this morning seemed daunting, not because of the work ahead, but because of the sense that something was missing. That something was the presence of my friend; with the high levels of noise and the bustling of faculty and students there was an overwhelming silence in my head. My friend shared the same love that I did as working in the preparator trade, taking pleasure in the aesthetics and minor details of any project he took on and approaching every exhibition or installation with professionalism and passion. I have and always will refer to him as “one of the greats”. When I finished working this morning and noticed the time was almost noon, without a thought I went to Don Pepe’s minus the chance to meet up with my friend. This lunch spot is filled with history – a lineage of museum tradesman; the one where we would catch-up, talk shit and basically stop time for a moment in our busy schedules. I quietly devoured my shrimp taco and drank one Negra Modelo in honor of a friend. A friend that I learned volumes from and I could ask any question, in any subject, which in turn was followed by a detailed answer pushing my knowledge further. I am so thankful and fortunate that four weeks ago we were able to sync our calendars to get lunch and grab a beer.Cheers to you Ed Lund – one of the great people I have had the gift of knowing, the pleasure of working along side with and the honor to call a true friend.#edwardoddlundthethird#oneofthegreats

Preface: This is a personal post and one day belated.Sometimes a tragic event doesn’t resonate with you until your daily life becomes interrupted. This occurred to me this morning, the second morning since I was informed that I will not be able to see my friend again. Walking into the gallery this morning seemed daunting, not because of the work ahead, but because of the sense that something was missing. That something was the presence of my friend; with the high levels of noise and the bustling of faculty and students there was an overwhelming silence in my head. My friend shared the same love that I did as working in the preparator trade, taking pleasure in the aesthetics and minor details of any project he took on and approaching every exhibition or installation with professionalism and passion. I have and always will refer to him as “one of the greats”. When I finished working this morning and noticed the time was almost noon, without a thought I went to Don Pepe’s minus the chance to meet up with my friend. This lunch spot is filled with history - a lineage of museum tradesman; the one where we would catch-up, talk shit and basically stop time for a moment in our busy schedules. I quietly devoured my shrimp taco and drank one Negra Modelo in honor of a friend. A friend that I learned volumes from and I could ask any question, in any subject, which in turn was followed by a detailed answer pushing my knowledge further. I am so thankful and fortunate that four weeks ago we were able to sync our calendars to get lunch and grab a beer.Cheers to you Ed Lund - one of the great people I have had the gift of knowing, the pleasure of working along side with and the honor to call a true friend.#edwardoddlundthethird#oneofthegreats

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