7" x 8"
Pastel Painting- SOLD
In Memory of Roger Seal
A man with a heart as big as the Rockies.
A man's man who would shed a tear and didn't care who was lookin.
Special was he who made granite his soul mate and pitched to the perfect tempo of God's rhythm and blues.
I had the honor of knowing him, of painting he who has left our worldly domain.
He now rides the currents above the peaks and knows peace, I pray.
You left us all too soon Roger, you will be remembered with smiles and sadness.
The strongest man I ever knew, lifting like a giant, these monoliths of marble for all of us mere mortals to carve away our pain, our joy.
Rest in Peace my friend and live in eternity.
Lorelle
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My name is Shelly Tombleson. My maiden name is Shelly Seal. Roger was my dad. Thank you so much for capturing him in your painting. It is wonderful and we treasure it in our family. Thank you also for the perfect words to describe the man that he was. I miss him every day and it is very comforting to still be able to find him on the internet living on in his own way.
Dear Shelly,
I am so glad you found my blog and read my words. I feel I was completely blessed to have been taught by your father at Marble, Marble. The honor of knowing him and how much he loved his life, his work and his children tells volumes about who he was in this world and how his spirit must soar in the next.
Lorelle
I am the fortunate son of this great man and thank you for your words of kindness. I have a copy of "Perfect Pitch" above my mantle and miss him dearly each time I see it. The world lost a great smile on Jan 3 and we a great father. Thank you again for your heartfelt sympathies and hopefully we can meet in the future.
John Daugherty
Dear John Daugherty,
Thank you for writing. I am honored to have painted that portrait of your father. The painting was a gift to him, as he had pitched that piece of granite for me as a base for my present sculpture project.
As my teacher in Marble, Marble, I had the extraordinary opportunity to know him for a little while and reap the benefit of his tremendous gifts as a sculptor and teacher.
One evening when we were sitting and talking, he spoke of his children. He expressed an intense love of for his family. It seemed to me that he was living life to its fullest and was purely happy, especially when he was carving and playing his music (the washboard I think). I will always remember him and maybe someday, somehow I will meet up with your family.
Thank you again for writing and don't loose touch.
Lorelle A. Miller
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