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Tim Cantor was born north of San Francisco in the
summer of 1969. In 1975, Tim Cantor’s father recognized his son's
uncommon knowledge with drawing and went into his attic in search of a box
of oil paints and brushes that once belonged to Tim's great grandfather.
Tim immediately began painting with the same supplies that his British
ancestor had made a way of life with as he traveled throughout Asia,
Europe, and America nearly a century earlier. Tim’s comprehension
with oils was instantly visible, and his obsession began. His first
oil painting came at age five. By age fifteen, Tim Cantor was given
his first gallery exhibition where one of his paintings was acquired to
hang in the White House, thereby instigating an immediate demand for his
unusual talent. Throughout the following years, his paintings would
travel the world with exclusive exhibitions in Athens, Tokyo, Singapore,
Paris, Venice, New York, Beverly Hills and San Francisco.
Creating meaningful works of
art became intertwined with his survival, his desires, and his greatest
affections. The majority of his time creating his paintings has been
lived in the solitude and quietness of night. Thusly, his underlying
concentration gained a connection to his personal senses that aided in the
development of his own writing style that explains much of the profound
imagery within his compositions.
While the future
of his art is unknown, what can be assured is the determination that he
has to his undeviating obsession; an obsession that was born into his
infancy and has dwelled in his blood without end; an obsession that merged
with the fondness for his bride Amy, and will forever embody that love in
the painted images that exist because of her adoring bond.
Today, the diverse enthusiasts and collectors of his art comprise
of people from all parts of the world. If
he lives an average length life, he will likely have one of longest
authentic art careers known. One could say that this
mysterious artist possesses a rare combination of extraordinary talent,
unpredictability, and pure artistic nature to set his name in the history
books of tomorrow. Yet for now, Tim Cantor keeps far from the
madding crowd, shrouded in his studio, painting every night from midnight
until morning.
 
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