Carla Balthazar

I've just learnt - and am very sad to pass it on - that
Carla died on Thursday night.

She had brain cancer. She was told that the treatment had an
80 % success rate and was prevailed upon to go for it, though
her initial feeling was to push off to South America and do some
exploring.
The treatment caused her striking beauty to change; she became
puffy and bald but maintained her tremendous joie de vivre,
always with a wry remark, a jokey reflection on her lot.
She was on the first Chemin des Artists team, worked hard and
creatively for the success of the events, thoughtfully and
diplomatically. And she was rude and irreverent. Plus kind and
observant.

She would give me her cocktails at vernisages because she didn't
like alcohol and she knew that I did.

There are many other things I will remember her for.

She is one of those that make death seem impossible; surely we
will meet again, whatever the mechanism.