Making the trip Saturday was very inspirational. We only stayed about an hour and wish I could have hung out with them longer but the O2 was getting low. Looking back on the hour now I realize I was too struck with awe to ask him (my own brother?!) questions about the works and spent my time just basking as a speechless fan.
Now my brother is only 6 years younger than I, so his feathers have been plucked (see how I worked that in Ron?) but he seems to be strutting his stuff and standing taller these days and I admire him for taking a running fast flying leap toward his ambitions. He made the first sale while we were there and I had to contain myself and not be the goofy sister.
Ron had 13 pieces hanging on the walls and some loose matted works available. His larger pieces were giclee printed on canvas and wrapped around a frame. Just beautiful. The one on the postcard ran the length of 65"x24" entitled TheirStory and when I saw it in person I wanted to fall to my knees. His works at first look humourous and the line drawing child like but there is this deeply soulful presence, a vibration conveyed by the saturation of enveloping colour and then there is the first glance of a deeper meaning that is bittersweet and you know there is something very rooted in the imagery.
Click here to see the 6 images I got before the battery in my camera died. My intentions (you know how that goes?) was to get more shots of the works individually but the pictures will give you a smidget of his work.
On the health front, Sunday, I began to notice some improvement.