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Jim Kilburn lived in Ogden, Utah and was employed by the United States Air Force as a technical illustrator.
 His untimely death is regretted by all of us who knew him and our hearts go out to those who loved him, those he loved.
His good friend, Richard "Buz" Sawyer, had worked with him for many years at Hill AFB.
 Buz sent word that Jim was one of three illustrators for the Air Logistic Center's Automated Technical
Order System (ATOS).

Jim's latest print, the graphite drawing shown here "Step Time II, Combat Edge,"
more than a fitting tribute to a fine artist and the air force he served.




Jim had published numerous lithographs under his own label, Celadon Art, since 1984.
 In addition to aviation, Jim was interested in historical buildings, wildlife, and landscapes.
He was represented by Wild Wings, Jackson Hole , Wyoming; Alamo Aviation Art, San Antonio, Texas;
and his work has been exhibited in A Starving Artist Gallery, Ogden, Utah;
the Gorman Art Gallery, Oshkosh, Wisconsin; and Hill Aerospace Museum, Clearfield, Utah.

Jim's work was commissioned by the U.S. Air Force, the Berlin Airlift Veterans Association,
and Fly fisherman and Rod and Reel Magazines.  It hangs today in many corporate and private collections internationally.
 In 1995, Jim fulfilled one of his lifelong dreams of building a house of his own design in Ogden Canyon.

At the memorial service, Jim's son, Shane, delivered the eulogy and said, in part and in closing, "My Dad died in the mountains.
 The mountains were his life and his serenity."Buz wrote, Jim's funeral procession wound through the valley for nearly two miles.
 The cemetery is nestled in the valley that Jim loved so much.  As he was laid to rest, a flock of geese
made a noisy landing on the lake.  Jim would have been proud.  I will always remember him as a friend
who shared my love of aviation and of art.  But mostly, I will think of him as a friend who, in the words of the Lebanese Poet, "has gone into the garden and has yet to return.'" The poignancy evoked by his latest image speaks volumes."
We'll miss you, Jim.



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