A Note From Dear Friend,
Margery Fischer Winter

“It was 1965 and Ingrid Jacobson was my roommate in Nickerson Hall at the Rhode Island School of Design. Music took center stage in our artistic coming of age movie. Ingrid would play her guitar and sing me to sleep with exquisite covers. What impressed me about young Ingrid was her focus, intensity, and passion for life. It was contagious.

Ingrid came to RISD with an already impressive resume – an award winning artist and accomplished folksinger. Her style was a mix of Carnaby Street, Merimekko, Mary Quant, thrift shop.

Her voice was very much her own.

Ing held every gift in the palm of her hands, but she also held much sadness in her heart. Her mother had died young and so she had a deep fear of loss. Was this a foreshadowing of what was to come? She lost Jim, her beloved dad, her voice…but she didn’t lose her passion and determination.

Ingrid’s intense about everything – involved in things and connected in things. And that intensity, that barrel of energy, is in her art. She passionately holds on to things as if to create a collage or scrapbook of her life and not to lose the memories.

She now refers to these things that she collages, her symbolic images, as “muchness.”

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