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Rodd Ambroson


When you first meet Rodd Ambroson, he’s probably wearing his signature Tilley hat, blue jeans and work shirt. He looks like a man who loves the and land and, in fact, he does.

Rodd’s eyes twinkle and invite you in. You are interesting. You are a unique part of the world that he loves and celebrates in drawings, paintings, poetry, songs, instrumental compositions and sculptures. Yet he somehow finds the time to craft bronze figures so fine and expressive that you can see into their soul.

ambroson_shepherdessHis art, especially his sculpture, speaks for itself in beauty and intelligence. But you wonder: how can he create such elegance in clay? Simply contemplating a piece can inspire the viewer with joy, serenity and gratitude for being human.

With time and right circumstances, you may penetrate Rodd’s gentle modesty, a little at a time, drawing forth continually amazing revelations. Who can ever know all of Rodd’s secrets?

His university studies include painting, drawing, illustration, sculpture, architecture, mathematics, medicine, physiology, chemistry and antomy. He has a bachelor’s degree in fine art with a minor in pre-medicine as well as a master’s degree in medical illustration. The latter degree required him to achieve a deeper grasp of anatomy and physiology than is required of physicians. He twice won top national honors for his medical illustrations. He has played music professionally, and he once worked as a carpenter in construction. He likes to create. He likes the feel of “hands-on.” He enjoys his mastery in shaping materials to his good intentions.

He’s a rugged individualist, who happens to come with a Renaissance spirit and education. He has no ax to grind and no one to impress. His work is the antithesis of the edgy, angst-ridden art that “holds up a mirror to society.” Society has enough “mirrors” for a funhouse on every street corner. Rodd’s art celebrates the good, the truth, the beauty that is there – there for us – if only we’ll pause to see it.

-Ed Pitts