Ellen entered my life in Guatamalan Costumes, shared her art and philosophy.....she fell in love with one, then another painter; then, strangely, was sucked into some odd sect and disappeared into the Hawaian Islands........emerging briefly, with little notice, a few times.....still loving, intelligent and sensitive.....then the visits home became more infrequent....she disappeared into the Pacific World.........I think of her, often, -- one amusing memory was being caught-in the middle of the night.....by two spinster sisters who lived downstairs.....running, naked with Ellen and Jaffe, down the apartment steps....... bits and pieces of her art appear in odd places.....the acrylic of one of her paintings, abandoned in my garage, fell from the canvas and was taken away by insects............. i reused the canvas........