I guess there’s just art in this world

I meant to take pictures, not of the wake which was beautiful but of her artwork.  She was probably the most talented artist/craftsman that I’ve ever met and that’s saying a lot since I’m the daughter of Martha Stewart on crack.

I don’t think there’s anything that she couldn’t do.  Need a latex otter mask?  Got it.  Last minute wedding dress?  That too.  Weird caricature of Nixon made out of wire and panty hose?  Yup.  The house was full of her artwork, sewing and pottery, paintings and even glass buttons.  Her coworkers from the theater snuck stuff out of the costume vault to show.   It was amazing; she was amazing.

There was so much art still left in her –she’d just taken up pottery again and sold a few pieces for charity over the summer.

I’m glad I got to meet her;  I hate that she died of something that’s so treatable in early stages.  I hate that she died.

I’m glad we drove 9 hours each way to be there, to see her artwork and to pick up bottles and plates the next day, to go for a distracting nature walk, that my husband learned about the ever disturbing Kum and Go gas station chain, even that we saw an entire city of people all wearing matching black and red Huskers clothes.

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