I knew Cassandra in her other life. She was Casey, in those days. The young gun art majors at UTEP would get together and plan our lives as the next group of super artists. Casey, Rick and I improvised spontaneous music together. We played our favorite songs and the hits of the day. Rick Hernandez played acoustic guitar and sang, Casey on that soul of the earth sounding cello and yours truly on eclectic electric guitar and harmony. We made some of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.
They say that great art take years of thought and development before being released. Casey broke through the chrysalis and became Cassandra, still the same but totally free.
Now, I'll think of her and how happy she looks and among her peers in Monet's garden.