Decade Born: 1960’s
Location: New Hampshire
“Happiness is not a constant state of mind.”
So Sangi was the artist that I knew pretty well who was in the building across from the towers when they came down. We had done craft shows together and traded so I had gotten some of her scarves and stuff for my mom and she had some of my pillows in her apartment. When she showed me pictures of her apartment after 9/11, my pillows were on her couch and covered in ash and debri and who knows what.
She was living in a conference room at a church because that’s where she went. She had nowhere else. Her son was able to go and stay with some friends, but her and her husband were homeless. They were in Manhattan and she had done a show that weekend before 9/11 so she hadn’t unpacked her van and a lot of her work was in the van in a parking garage so it didn’t get destroyed, but her studio was destroyed.
I saw her at the Paradise City Arts Festival in October. We had dinner and she told me about what happened. When I left, I had a queen sized quilt and some pillows in this watercolor thing that she had always liked so I left them in her booth and went on my way. I didn’t see her again for I don’t know how long.
The next time I saw her, she told me they had found a place to live and they were rebuilding the artist building where she eventually went back to. She said that was the only piece of art that she had at that time- that quilt. So I told her about making the flag and all of that and when I left the show and was packing up my van, a painting was in my booth. I haven’t seen her since, but she left that painting for me. It was so cool. That means so much to me- I had admired it and she left it for me.