ELLEN N. DAVIS

Ellen you were Ellen through and through. Ellen, Ellen I miss you. In the small garden wall of my heart a stone is missing it provided visual pleasure and structural balance I see you missing there whenever I take a look and I miss sleeping beneath Rauschenberg at night Thank you for all the good times in a period when at times I thought what´s up was down and what wasn´t was films, bagels with shmears, music, and long long conversations and Chinatown and your birding You were truly...

Ellen, I think of you many days of my life, which is now just three or four years short of yours. Your person and your apartment, your cats, your coffee. your couch that I slept on, the sun-fading Rauschenberg above it, your bagels, the movies and music we took in, the Met, Chinatown, the ways you saw what I could not see, your never being judgmental, the way you remembered Warhol, just being with you was a blessing incomparable among even my closest friends. Whenever I was staying with you...

I studied with Prof. Davis in the early 1970s. I still remember the paper I wrote for her class Art History 50, Seated Figurines from Naxos, the research and the course made a huge impression on me, so much so that classical art continues to be of interest even though I am a long-time abstract painter. I am sorry for her family's loss even at this late moment of rememberance.

heis kalos philos polloi philoi one fine friend is many friends is my personal variant of an oft-quoted Greek remark on the nature of true friendship. Ellen proved that in who she was and how she took in and gave to our world. She was/is incomparable and irreplaceable. i miss you, Ellen.

Ellen lives on in many of us through the way she made her scholarship a seamless part of her life. Whenever I was in NEw York from 1985 onward, as I was frequently at least to attend the annual meetings of the ASCSA, I always stayed with ellen in her small and typically Ellen decorated one bedroom apartment. I slept under the Rauschenberg that he gave her,,she told me, in thanks for her help in setting up an exhibition—what days those must have been. We talked, we ate, drank coffee made her...

Ellen lives on in many of us through the way she made her scholarship a seamless part of her life. Whenever I was in NEw York from 1985 onward, as I was frequently at least to attend the annual meetings of the ASCSA, I always stayed with ellen in her small and typically Ellen decorated one bedroom apartment. I slept under the Rauschenberg that he gave her,,she told me, in thanks for her help in setting up an exhibition—what days those must have been. We talked, we ate, drank coffee made her...

You are an inspiration to me.

A fine scholar and a good friend. The Aegean archaeological community will miss her, but her work will survive for a very long time.

we will miss you, Ellen. You taught me so much.