"I formulate infinity, And store it deep inside of me."

18 years ago today, Kurt Cobain took his own life.

And rather than risk sounding like a sycophant, or as if I'm celebrating suicide, I'd prefer to remember his creativity.
These recently revealed paintings are similar to those I'd marvel over when I first discovered Nirvana; a disturbing fusion of grotesque figures and vivid colours. They were apparently painted around 1993, during the recording of In Utero. See a couple more here (along with an article that, like so many, verges on sensationalist, leading to an onslaught of critical comments).

Nirvana - Unplugged in New York - Oh Me

This was the first album I bought. It still moves me as much as it first did.

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