Gabrielle was an artwork herself; a puzzle, a treasure, a great and gentle woman.
Gabrielle was as disobedient as a minxy school girl.
Her feather-light manner disguised her deep defiance, which cannot be measured by her talk but by her wilful and committed acts.
She was responsible for my last show. It was hers also.
The show was her idea not mine; when I lost confidence and time, she gave me both. I am grateful to Gabrielle; my show was little. Gabrielle always thought big. I will aim to borrow that thought, thank you Gabrielle, rest now.