London’s underground art world has lost one of its brightest lights. Gabriella, an enigma, an anchor, a force of nature, passed away peacefully in her home—a space infused with the memories of countless artists she encouraged, supported, and uplifted. 🤍🎭

Gabriella – With all the love that there is… by Firak Di Bello She was more than a friend—she was family. From my earliest days as a songwriter , stepping nervously onto London’s stages, to the most recent nights of laughter and poetry , she was always there. Every show, every gig, every moment of doubt—I never had to look far to find her in the crowd, her infectious laughter breaking through the nerves, her unwavering belief in me pushing me forward when the road felt impossible. 

 Gabriella made the art scene. She held the artists. She reminded us why we create. In a city that can feel cold and indifferent to those chasing dreams , she was warmth and welcome—a lighthouse for anyone who ever felt alone in the vast uncertainty of making art.  She was at every one of my concerts, from the very beginning—an unwavering presence from my early days as a songwriter to my most recent stand-up comedy gigs and William Blake performances. She had an encyclopedic knowledge of my performance life in London, remembering every show, every song, every creative shift. She even helped organise John Hegley to sing on my Dick Turpin song for my album Passion Play, a testament to the way she effortlessly connected and uplifted artists. Gabriella wasn’t just in the audience—she was woven into the fabric of my journey. When I was estranged from my own family, Gabriella became my family. She lifted me up when financial struggles threatened to drown my music . She made sure I kept going, kept creating, kept believing. And there is a piece of Gabriella in every note of my music , in every word spoken on stage, in the recordings of her voice, where Italy’s sun  still shines. Tottenham was her home—a home built on a thousand artists’ memories. The dimly lit corners of underground venues, the late-night art salons, the spaces where we shared poetry and songs—they will ache with her absence. But Gabriella is not gone. Not while her laughter still rings in our memories , not while her spirit still pushes us forward , not while we continue to create, knowing that she would have been there, cheering us on. Alongside these words, I include cherished pictures of Gabriella—one from the mid-1990s, sitting in Regent’s Park in Marylebone, where we would talk for hours about my musical inspirations and my next concerts. In that moment, she was a pillar of encouragement as I was just starting out, shaping the dreams I chased into reality.  And most recently, a photo of us in Soho, just a month ago, when I performed William Blake—her laughter, her unwavering support, still present in every frame, a quiet but powerful testament to the years we shared. She wrapped herself in the coat I gifted her long ago, worn soft with time, a second skin of familiarity and love. And on her head, the hat I chose for her one Christmas, carried through seasons, through memories, through countless nights spent among artists and dreams… 

 I am heartbroken to lose her—my biggest musical fan, the one who knew my performances inside and out, the one who held my artistic dreams with both hands and never let them slip away. Her absence leaves a silence where her voice once was, but I will carry her with me always. And I will always remember her—not just as my fiercest supporter, but in all the unforgettable, wonderful moments that made her who she was. One of my best memories? The time she walked onto the stage mid-gig at the Komedia in Brighton, Tesco bags in hand, and sat on the stage sofa because she wanted to be closer to the music. Best gig ever. Rest peacefully, Gabriella. You will always be with me. Thank you for everything. 🖤💔  I’ll never stop playing for you. 🤍🕊️🎶  #RememberingGabriella #LondonArtScene #AlwaysWithMe #MusicAndMemory #EndlessSupport #FamilyInArt #WilliamBlake #SohoNights #UnwaveringFriendship