To meditate on those we've lost -
- when they’re still here - in spirit.
Robin De Vick had a studio in Pioneer Square. I’d stop by on my lunch hour or a Saturday afternoon - she’d let me paint. She had rows and rows of these long tables.
Not considered the belle of the ball - until she chose to paint her face- and suddenly Marilyn was right there. A mercurial character, an artist, successful, she left us too young.
About my mother, “i just want to be able to talk like her” and loved how Muv talked about birds. So she made this tablecloth and napkins.
Her hand painted scarves were sold at the savviest stores in Seattle. LA and New York.
Whether on the table or the wall, as Muv said, “she understands color”.
Oh yes, she did, and is, dearly missed.