art and writing from the Snell sisters
My sister was many things. A galaxy of ideas. An exultation of creativity. The radiance of hope. And now, the source of all sorrow.
When I first encountered Janet’s paintings a decade ago, I was instantly attracted to and impressed by their luminous strangeness. Expressive and evocative, those images became a permanent source of aesthetic sanctuary for me. Janet, two years my junior, is someone I wish I’d met and someone whose death floats in my imagination with a peculiar anguish.
Sending love love love....
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