Marie-Florentine Geoffroy

I met Marie-Flo last Fall at Pierre Feuille Ciseaux in France. In the hubbub of strong personalities she might have gone almost unnoticed. Tall and thin, all in blacks and grays, with close cropped hair and news-boy cap, she was quiet, with a serious affect that gave way suddenly to an infectious smile in conversation. Her work was quietly brilliant, as was her eye. With her passing the world is poorer. She had more work to do.