For me, the great joy of collecting wasn't in the art itself, but the person I collected it with. The happiness these paintings brought her was immeasurable, and sharing that happiness, was the great privilege of my life. We celebrated, we achieved, we endured, we compromised, and above all, we loved.
The true work of art was the longest ride Ruth and I shared. This thing called life.
There's not a painting here I wouldn't trade in a heartbeat to hear her voice, or see her smile. Just one more time.
View more about The Longest Ride reviews
