Panne was my childhood friend’s mom.
I was in kindergarten with her daughter, Jessica. (Also a pretty good artist as I recall.) Her art speaks for itself.

I remember coming into the front door of your house which was wide open but no Mom to be found, hearing the B-52’s “Love Shack” blaring on the stereo through the whole house, walking through the hall and into her garage workshop to get her attention. ( She was working on this painting.) I’m there every time I hear that song and this painting is one of my treasured possessions. Panne gave this to my mom to hold for her and then never got a chance to give it back to her.
When I saw you guys at your mom’s funeral, I so eager for the opportunity to re-connect with Jessica after 5 or 6 years at that point, and somehow missed just how devastating this loss was. I’m so sorry for that. I get it now. I lost my Mom last year and it’s left a hole that seems impossible to fill. I don’t know how you handled that as a teenager. I’m a grown ass man and still have days I’m barely functional.
The point being; Jessica and Brian; this painting belongs to you. You should have this piece of your mom, not me.
Just tell me where to send it.