|Although Renderosity has grown to over 200,000 active
members, we still mourn the loss of each
ï¿½familyï¿½ member. Even
though we are one of the largest online art communities, what sets
us apart from the rest is the depth of feelings we have for one
another. For, it is not just "the art that counts," but more
importantly it's the "artist that counts!" Thus, it is with
a heavy heart that I bring you the sad news of another loss to our
community, our family. Bruce
ï¿½Rickï¿½ Peters known
to his friends on Renderosity as Noel [Noel Kettering]
ï¿½ died suddenly, at the age of 55, of a heart
attack on Christmas morning while visiting his mother.
Noelï¿½s passion for 3D art is showcased within
his Renderosity Art Gallery and his outstanding and
diversified Bryce images. Not only was he a lover or art, but he
was also a lover of the art-of-words.
Bruce's art will be lovely memorial to all those who knew him and too many who didn't for generations to come. My prayers go out to his family and a great deal of love for them during this time of grief. Some one dear to me passed just before Christmas and she always used to say " The only mistake in love is not to share it " . So know your loved and prayed for !
i didnt know him, but always is pretty sad to lose an artist...there are many people who deserve such destiny but not artists,, we are creatures of God,, but well,, now he's beside HIM. im pretty sure about it. My condolences are with his family and friends.
As the Prophet said: Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death." And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. My deepest condolences to his family and all of that were friends.