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Don't judge until you have looked into the soul...
Ron
His world
is viewed by looking into his Mind's-Eye while using the
kaleidoscope as his canvas. As a younger man Edwards was a
helicopter pilot who noticed the flicker effect the blades made
as they moved the shadows over plants, stones, and cracks in the
pavement while the wind and sun created and played with these
images... how everything was constantly changing, like in life,
things reveal themselves to be not what they are at first
glance... we look deeper... to never find the satisfying meaning
of our lives. It became a visually exciting fun art, moving
art, confusing... the same objects only observed differently,
like something he remembered when only a boy. As a child, a
family member bought him a dime store kaleidoscope. Edwards
found himself constantly enamored and though out life continued
being fascinated when viewing a variety of images that played
within another. When looking through more expensive scopes -
new ideas would follow. No matter what their cost was, or what
was in the object chamber - it was all so wondrously beautiful,
so exciting to view the same thing differently.
Today
Edwards lives at his studio, an empty huge 1880 brick mill
complex, with his cat and part-time pug dog pals. Wandering the
inner connected buildings observing the night shadows as they
move through the old distorted windows, brings new creations to
Edwards. The changing moon, street lights, the headlights of a
passing car... this all creates a mystical image -- but more
important is how it effects him when he enters this maze. He
feels a kinship with the night as he wanders this dark complex
filled with changing shadows. Expressing what he is feeling
translates a night-time world, mostly black and white, into his
"object"- world as colorful thoughts enter his minds eye.
He uses a
myriad of containers to "Kaleidosize" his feelings with: wind,
water, fire, light = colors... objects that awaken his
imagination and feelings are found in his chambers - - created
from the deeps of his wondering Soul...
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