On Monday, we said a very sad good-bye to Anti Gill. She changed so many lives for the better, including mine.
To me, she was amazing. Despite having experienced life in London during the Second World War, Anti Gill’s relentless optimism astounded me, her faith in humanity unquestionable, and her kindness and patience truly unfathomable. Her fondness of socialising with anyone and everyone was fascinating and rather contagious, she made friends wherever she’d go. She just loved people.
Four generations of my family had the pleasure of knowing Anti Gill; through her I got to know my Grandparents. I truly believe she was as close to my Grandma as she was to me.
I like to think we personally bonded over a slightly rebellious and rather determined and headstrong attitude; Anti Gill apparently thought my disinterest in homework as a child showed “character”.
I can’t imagine my childhood without adventures to visit Anti Gill both in London and Tai Cochion, North Wales. She was the reason I felt brave enough to move from rural Wales to London as a teenager, London became my second home.
The landscape around Tai Cochion and textures I discovered growing-up has influenced so many of my specimens; I’m so grateful for all the adventures we shared together. I’m pleased I can capture some of these memories and feelings within my sculptures, documenting moments in time.
For the last few years Uncle Alan (whom we sadly lost last year) and Anti Gill welcomed me into their home, they gave me the opportunity to stay in London to develop my creative practice.
It was wonderful coming home in the evenings to spent time with them, getting to know more about their long and interesting lives. They both cared for me as a child; it was an absolute pleasure that I could spend time and help them, as they got older and more dependant.
I will endeavour to live my life a little bit more like you Anti Gill,
Thank you for everything,
I miss you xxx