Aniello C. di Sabato

David Peake
January 3rd, 2022

  • Ken Klein and Marjon van Kempen / January 4, 2022 at 9:38 am

    Dear Anna,

    Although we lost contact when you moved from Fairmount, we have nice memories of Neil, you and the kids at the studio on Girard Ave.

    So sorry to hear about your loss.

    Sending love!

    Ken and Marjon

  • Anne,
    I am so sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace and eternal light shine upon him.

  • Augie and Julio / January 4, 2022 at 5:52 pm

    To a beloved friend, teacher, gentle soul, who carried Art on his sleeve, As a teacher/mentor at PAFA he had clear ideas and an amazing skill at conveying them. His quiet self hid a delightful sense of humor.

    Ave atque vale

  • Debbie and Rich Feldman / January 5, 2022 at 9:28 am

    Our condolences to Anne, Alexa and Alden. I have such wonderful memories of spending New Year’s Eve with Neil and Anne while we anxiously awaited for our sons to arrive home. Neil’s comforting humor and Anne’s wonderful snacks got us through. He will be missed and we are thinking of his family.
    Debbie and Rich Feldman

  • Anna, I am o sorry for your recent loss. I remember fondly the years we all “hung out” together many years ago in Philadelphia. Neal was so special and always interesting.
    My thoughts are with you and your family.


  • Carolyn Draftz / January 6, 2022 at 4:21 pm

    Dear Anna…..As Wandra said, there were many special times that we will hold close to our hearts while missing Neil. Wishing those memories will comfort you, Alexa and Alden.


  • Neil was an art student of my fathers, and the portrait artist of my sister and myself as children, and, not much later, the only person I knew in Paris, who I inexplicably bumped into in the Louvre. That was the last time I saw him. I was 12. But I recently started to sort my vinyl albums, and the first I reached for to retain were Joni Mitchell’s earliest three albums, gifted to us in lieu of money after my sister and I posed for him in his Samson St studio. (They were my first albums, and I played them over and over.) As Joni Mitchell recently returned to the stage, I had occasion to tell the story to friends. They asked if I had looked him up, and sadly I had relegated him to a childhood memory, and not so much a real person who might still even be nearby. It is only now, at their prompting, that I searched him out, and learned I am too late. He was kind and thoughtful, and I value my memory of him.


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