By Rady Ananda
We met in 1998. I tried to say no – she was involved. She was also persuasive. It was a messy love – the kind where the whole community gets in the middle and has an opinion and everyone gets hurt. Especially Amy, her lover of 13 years.
Jeanne was brilliant and powerful; and sad and disabled. Her art was beautiful and evocative; so far beyond what one wall, one home, could hold. She made series after series. She sculpted, painted, molded stained glass, and did cut paper designs.