Panne’s art speaks for itself.
She’s a grade school friends Mom.
I remember coming into the front door of her 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 a 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.
Jessica and Bryan; this painting belongs to you.
You should have this piece of your Mom.
Just tell me where to send it.