I am privileged to have been loved by Marshall. I have very unique memories of a one-of-kind person and uncle: Mandy and I sitting on his lap in the Bulawayo concert hall while he was due to write a critic for the next morning newspaper; hiking and running in the beautiful Matopos hills with his 5 dogs every weekend; watching him quietly doing Yoga twice a day standing for 30 minutes on his head; sneaking into his art studio full of buckets of paint, brushes, huge canvases and a record player and our "adding" a corner to the current painting at work - what a look he gave at us discovering our mischief! Visiting African friend sculptors in the villages; listening to him playing the piano beautifully; his living room full of piles of records and books on the floor ... everything about him was passionate, loving, exciting and unique. We all are close to him daily via his amazing paintings in our home. No wonder my Nadav loves his work and at 15 taught himself to built a website of Marshall as Mom looked for someone to build the site. Marshall left us early but brilliantly stays close to us and to our beloved.