A mother of a mother, her love and light continues through her generations.
Her family and friends, who were sprinkled with the glitter of her light and chaos, will always reflect that love back to her knowing that what goes on beyond the now is in for a treat with Tracey being around. Our distance for today is the FOMO for tomorrow.

In Tracey’s own words:

‘Growing up in a working class household in the north east, I developed a deadpan, and at times surreal sense of humour that mirrored the circumstances of my surroundings. With no real access to the arts I found inspiration in trips to libraries and museums. In those days these places were very still places, with little interaction. I remember echoey sounds, foot shuffling and lots of skim reading. I found that I filled in the blanks and created my own stories for these artifacts. I imagined the many hands that held the objects behind the glass cases, and these colourful flashes of what might have been seemed more interesting than any facts and figures.

I believe we’re all artists when we are children, it’s just that some people hold on to creativity and some people let go’

The Magnificent, Marvellous Miss Meek never let go and she leaves us with her greatest creations, Milly and Jax.

HIYA!