Adam Marsh
My grandmother, Bonnie Delffs, passed away in 2017. Each and every memory I have of the house she called home started and ended with a painting hung on the wall by this man. From the first one she had commissioned in 1977, of her childhood home in Poplar NC, to the last, one she saved for months for, painted in 1991 that hangs in my living room today. Because of my grandmothers love of his art, as a teen, she enrolled me in his art class. Anyone in the know, understands that it was so very much more than an art class. Our relationship grew over the months and short years. A few weekends in the summer, I would tend to his yard for payment towards art classes. I was fortunate to see his picturesque home, visit his workshop, and stand in awe of the beautiful peacocks dancing around in the lawn.
I will never forget the principles he instilled in me. How he removed so many doubts and fears and helped me keep away the restrictions that bound me from my expressing my full creative potential. In many ways, he made me the man I am today. I love you, Mr. Cook. Rest In Peace.






