A couple of days ago I got the news that a former professor had died. It saddens me because she was a brilliant woman artist. The credit of my art belongs in part to her as one of my teachers. She was frustrating at times when conducting a class but she always pushed me to be a better artist. I had hoped to have her model for a painting because of the spirit she embodied.  She was passionate about expanding the appreciation for art.  Whenever I took an idea to her she jumped in with excited ideas, ready to care about it as her own.  Like any brainstorm, I would toss some aside and take heart in others.  I learned to take pride in the little details of my workmanship.  I do not know how she passed from this earth with such little recognition and notice. So this is my small eulogy to Mrs. Maples.  Memento mori...