Birth date: Aug 19, 1977 Death date: Jan 15, 2025
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I had no idea she died. I am so sorry. I owe the fact that I've spent the last 9 years unlearning racism, to her. She put up with me and I was willing to learn and now I'm 9 years in and have grown and made friends that I otherwise never would have had, thanks to Meeks. And I also use washcloths and wash my legs because Meeks taught me about it. For real!
Meeks was readily one of the most talented beings I’ve ever met. I was fortunate enough to work alongside her—though, a different department—at Mr S and was always amazed at the quality of work she was known for in latex. But not to be limited to only one medium or material, she developed skills in many directions, making a range of delights that truly spoke to others who could relate with her humor and pain, and how she could transform it into beauty.
She had once extended to me the great honor of reading a screenplay she had been working on and give her feedback for developing it further. All I could see was another clear instance of talent, relatability and vision that just needed only access to the means of producing it into reality, a point of discussion we would bond over as fellow artists just wanting to create something memorable and unique. She welcomed me a touch closer into her online world and would also be one of the first to respond to some of my own difficulties with a measure of compassion and zero tolerance for bullsh*t. In this, as in anything she set her mind to, she was simply an Elemental force.
I was only able to see her in one of her final performances as Grace Bones during our time as coworkers, but the love from the crowd she drew was nothing short of electric.
She knew and loved her audience, was deeply grateful for her myriad patrons, and far too frequently chastised herself for reaching out for support, as if it was somehow a failing on her part, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
In whatever plane she may be now, I wish her a true rest from the horrors of life on Earth, to instead create—at the speed of thought—towering, gothic cathedrals worthy of her and the magic she carried with her, touching us in the ways only she could.
Rest in POWER, friend. And may you find swift passage to the other shore. 🖤 🙏🏽 📿 🔔
- Daizy (formerly Scratch)
