1945-1996
This page is dedicated to
one of my dearest friends, my father
Rich Hilker
A strong person with a gentle soul, his tendency to play
brought so many to him. He always claimed to be a hermit, yet he had more friends
than anyone I know. He also made it known that he had no patience, but he always
had time to teach people to fly. He was an artist and had an extraordinary grasp
of color and light. His visions reached many people, and glad I was to have
spent two years flying beside him.
I want to thank him for supporting
me unconditionally through every crazy scheme and outlandish idea. And
even though I cannot see him as clearly as I could before I know he still
flies with me when I need him the most, a great eagle white as the brightest
star.
This is one of my favorite
oil paintings of his.
Unfortunately he didn't
make it a habit to name his works unless someone asked him to.
Poems
He had so many unique ways of expressing
himself, as I was looking through some of his things, I came across some
of his poetry.
Springtime
Flowers, I think, are nature's
smile,
Full with joy and fragrance
and gentle mirth,
For the joke we share that's
without guile,
Of life and death and then
rebirth.
Copyright 1998 by Laura Hilker
An Artist's Prayer
And now I go my bed to dwell
I pray the Lord my paintings
sell
And when they sell to my
delight
Please IRS stay out of sight!
Copyright 1998 by Laura Hilker
Spectacualar
but quiet
red over green
the voice
is loved,
and soft
sweet. And peace
is found
and sought.
To touch
and miss,
both at once
and after.
The question,
as always,
is;
and won't
be answered.
Copyright 1998 by Laura Hilker
