October 19, 1939 – July 1, 2018
Judi Kellas was born on October 19, 1939 and passed away on July 1, 2018.
July 21, 2018
News of Judi's passing came from Ardys Ramberg on Facebook. My response below was written quickly after reading Ardys'. post.
Maybe Judi's brother & family saw this, but I'm reaching out to let them know Judi touched me & my life. I wish them well.
My deepest sorrow for a true & dear friend.
Judi and I collaborated / consulted in matters of social justice that came across our radar behind the scenes affecting an individual whom we cared about. --- What one learns about government ("small gee" as [my late former landlord] Mr. S would have said) & what one discovers about people in positions of power, is not always pretty.
I met Judi when I was an idiot about art long ago when she had the gallery at 7 East 7th Street. As I grew in my artistic life & artistic appreciation, I grew in my friendship with Judi. We often laughed at the Merc; I shared her gratitude when it seemed George was rebounding & she shared her struggle over George's setbacks & his passing.
Judi was among the band of friends who helped me move -- she came & swept my floors when the old house house was almost empty & she brought me a cajun (I think) bread pudding in my new house filled with her personal, family & cultural background. In mid November last year, attaching an animated Facebook image she wrote, "I sent you the first Christmas tree . . . " [in my new home} Such sweetness & a bright light ever & always.
We said our goodbyes as she was making ready to travel away from us & into the love & care of her brother. I had no idea her health was at risk.
This was my experience of Judi & we spent but a few minutes together when it is all added up --not a "significant" amount of time & certainly nothing in comparison to dear Ardys & many, many others who knew & worked with Judi. Which is just to say, you don't have to spend a "significant" amount of time to receive gifts of lasting substance & significance from the people who appear in our lives --- and are gone, always too soon.