Margo Hoff

Margo Hoff came to St Mary College in 1969 to teach painting. I took her course, fell in love with painting and never looked back. The ceramics went out the window! I thank her for inspiring me to make painting a life long endeavor and passion. Thank you, Margo!

I wish I could have met Margo. I think my mother knew her... anyway, I grew up with 2 of her early paintings on my bedroom wall, Mom had another on hers. I saw something much larger of hers in the Women's Art Museum in DC a few years ago. Learning her story has been inspiring.

I took a summer painting class with Margo in the early 80's at Drew University in NJ. We had to do several paintings a week to help us learn to trust our instincts and it was wonderful. I remember she was fascinating, kind and very strong. When I once said a particular brownish color was ugly, she said don't say that, that no color was ugly. At the final critique she said to me, "I think your'e a painter." Those words still mean so much to me.

Margo Hoff was at Saint Mary's College as artist in residence in 1970 when i was a senior in the art dept. I was very influenced by her presence there and have admired her for a long time. I recall she always seemed to have a sketchbook close by at all times. She lived in an apartment at our school and it was not long before she invited the small group of art majors to her place for lentil soup. She was very helpful advising me on my senior thesis project.

I was a bit too awestruck as...

I had the pleasure of having Margo as a teacher when she was an artist-in-residence at my undergrad college. She subsequently wrote me a reference when I attended grad school at Bard (MFA). She was a generous friend and a truly admirable spirit. Always mysterious, yet always open-this was Margo. A true Bohemian. We will miss this 20th century genius greatly.

I won't soon forget her dinner parties on 14th St. One time she hung out with my parents and me in the Park, we had gone to...

September 16, 2008

I had the good fortune in 1984 at the age of 26 to have rented an apartment at 218 E. 12th St., a brownstone then-owned by Margo and her friends, the esteemed editors and literary translators Frances Keene and Adrienne Foulke. They preferred renting to younger people involved in New York's cultural life and when Margo interviewed me, she liked that I was working as an editor at Conde Nast. I loved my 3 years living at 218 with those charming and eccentric...

I met Margo through her dear friend Gordon. I found her to be one of the most interesting people I've met, very analytical of all around her as any true artist is, and hilarious in such a dry, intelligent way. Her art enriches my life on a daily basis. I miss her even more knowing as I do how much she meant to her closest friends

Margo Hoff was my aunt. I didn't really know her since she moved to Chicago when I was very young. But.. when she did come home (Tulsa, OK) for family reunions, she was so fascinatiing to talk with. All my love to Mia.