Victor Zane

My mother and I met Vic when we lived in Cupertino. My mother June was a subject of one Victors work. They were great friends and Victor never painted a Native American woman till he met my mother. I enjoyed his spirit, and loved the visits we took to his home. I miss him every time I see this photo of mom. Unfortunately, she passed away in 1992, and I lost touch with the Zane family since her passing. If you´re reading this Zane family. I hope you´re living safe and sound out there. Blessing...

I think of you often. You changed my life by introducing me to Dan one sunny morning in Saratoga while enjoying coffee with our mutual neighbors. May God bless you and keep you always in his view. Hugs

I moved out of town in 1999 but recently found myself thinking out Victor and our discussions at the Saratoga coffee shop. I met Victor after My wife & I, brother & his wife purchased the I.C.E. Coffee shop in Saratoga where you would find him most mornings. We became fast friends with him and enjoyed many conversations as well as outings on his boat in Santa Cruz. He really brought a lot of life to our business an knew most everyone who came in. After a visit to his home one day he brought...

'bye, Dad. It seems like so much longer than a year since I've seen the twinkle in your eye or felt your hand pat mine. I think of you all the time and wish I could still share things with you. Forever, Dad. Love, K

I miss you.

I met Vic through my Mother Dody Bowring who worked with him at Lockheed for many years. My interest in Art prompted him invite us over to see his paintings. I was astounded at their beauty and composition and the life they portrayed...he's remembered with fondness......Tanya

i had the pleasure of meeting victor and getting to know him and his loved very much wife anne. i had the pleasure of driving him to and from his dr. appointments and getting to listen to his stories and enjoy the pleasure of his company on the trip.
i am a lover of art and when he invited me into his home i had to have a print of his famous cowboy with the saddle as it reminded me of a boyfriend i once knew.
infact it looked just like him.
victor is missed his loving smile...

I met Vic at the "coffee shop". He appraoched me openly and before I knew it, I was in his home admiring his art. In life we don't meet the strangers we pass, or sit next to in a coffe shop! Fortunately, I met Vic because of his open heart and love of conversation. Vic and I traded horse stories and he sent me on my travels with a signed print, that I will cherish for my entire life. Someday I can pass on the memory and the painting to my children. I send many blessings to Vics family!

Victor will always be in our hearts!