Andrew Hull

Andrew's life partner, Shaan wrote:

My partner, Andrew Hull, a talented film maker, died on the morning of May 8th as a result of us mistakenly crashing into each other on our way home in Whitechapel.  The day after he died, friends and myself chained a ghostbike for him at the point where we crashed.  It's still standing, at Sydney Square in Whitechapel.

for more on Andrew, see his wikipedia page

Shaan has been posting drawings of Andrew, on the streets of Toronto.

This piece was written his memory in the Globe and Mail:

Andrew Hull was a man of grace and joy - playful, daring and
startlingly original. His tragic and sudden death after a fall from his
bicycle was shattering and heartbreaking news to the many who loved him.
To know Andrew was to feel love.

When he was in Grade 3, he came home from school with a drawing he
had made of the detailed workings of a mining production - what happened
with the ore from beginning to end. His father and mother were
astounded and proudly hung it on the wall.

He studied architecture at Carleton University. In his final year, he
entered an International Student Design Competition. His imaginative,
unconventional installation elicited excitement from the judges and won
Andrew first prize. But by this time his passion had shifted to
filmmaking. He applied for an Ontario Arts Council grant to study at the
Bauhaus in Dessau, Germany. There, in 1994, he wrote and directed a
film called
Earworm that examined the ramifications of the new Germany in a story about addicts under the influence of techno music.

Andrew could and did see God in a blade of glass. He was crazy about
music. When he worked on film sets his desk would turn into the office
DJ booth. He was good at so many things. He could come up with a graphic
design concept, then build it. He was always calm in the storm, and
rightly confident in his competence. If something or someone interested
him, he pursued it.

Although a city boy, he was happiest in the wilderness sitting on a
rock and staring at everything around him. He was an expert canoeist and
master cook.

While deeply concerned about the destruction of the natural world,
one of his prized possessions was an ancient gold Mercedes station
wagon. He cared deeply about the serious issues but loved to dance and
was a snappy dresser. Almost impossibly handsome, he had perfect manners
and was tremendously supportive of those he loved.

Andrew was good at play and he encouraged those around him to join
him. He was devoted to his friends and family. In the fall of 2008, he
relocated from Toronto to London to live with his long-time companion,
Shaan Syed. He shared a loving, flowering and creative union with Shaan,
in whose arms he died.

Sadly, Andrew had just completed production on his first feature film,
Siren. The months he spent filming and directing in Tunisia were among his happiest.

To those who knew Andrew, he lives on as a constant inspiration,
reminding us that life is a very beautiful thing and we have an
obligation to enjoy each moment.

By Margot Finley, Andrew's mother; Nicholas Brinckman, Andrew's friend; and Susan Hull, Andrew's sister.