The people of my hometown of Los Angeles are mourning the loss of the beloved Icon, P-22. Twelve years ago, P-22 crossed two freeways and ended up in Griffith Park, where he lived alone and didn't mate. He was often cited at night , sometimes in front of the Hollywood sign. I like to paint celebrities and you can't get a bigger LA Star than P-22,whose haunted eyes were lined in black. May his legend live on.