Why did he vanish so suddenly and so far away? Why did he call many of us on the telephone before he embarked on his fateful trip to Vietnam? Did he know what was to happen? Was it planned? Was it a conspiracy? A UFO? Or was it just his time to go? We're not likely to ever know for sure. Such is the mystery of Paco's disappearance. It was pure speculation what became of him.

 

It was clear he disappeared from his easy chair last night in a ball of light. And no matter what anyone who knew him might have thought of him before he disappeared, once he was gone, there was an empty place in our hearts. His life's work made the aesthetic backdrop upon which all else related to the Drifter family was scene. He touched all of our lives, some very personally, others more temporally, still others mostly unaware of his influence. A real post-modern renaissance man. He taught each of us an important life lesson: That we are mortals, that life is finite, and only our creations have a chance to reach past our end.

Paco had a dark side and a light side. His light side was his good humor and underdog spirit. His dark side was his ability to see right through to the truth and mock it. Paco used hand drawn comics, sketches, posters, paintings, computer graphics, performance music/art, and video comics as mediums to poke fun at the world around us. Paco showed us the farce of our daily lives so we laughed at the forces that control and shape the world around us. And by laughing at the farcical world we live in we have begun to reduce the grip. Stop the fear. Change the dark side to light. For that is where Paco was and still is. Between the sunny day and the windy, rainy night, on the edge of the sand and the sea. If you look closely, you can find him in the blended band between sky and midnight blue.

 
Now he has time left to wander, where he's far away from the wind and the falling rain. Look out across the Pacific and there he will be, pointing to Darkis, lighting a Gary, and sending little refugee for Mr. Easterly in two week. -- Jim Richmond 6/98

Beach Photo; Stan Russell, Bus photo; Sarah Mesnick