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Tim Hildebrandt has passed away. And, with him, so has an era.  Tim, 67, passed away on June 11, 2006 from complications due to diabetes.  He is survived by his mother Germaine, twin brother Greg, sister Janie, wife Rita,  son Charles, nieces Mary and Laura and Elisabeth, and nephew Gregory.  Tim was an otherworldly artist. For 47 years, his captivating work  fostered the dreams and fantasies of millions of fans, young and old.  Best known as part of the Brothers Hildebrandt team,  Tim’s career transported him to—and through—many worlds. Technically speaking,  Tim and Greg worked side by side. But their work together on such masterpieces  as the original Star Wars poster and 70’s J.R.R. Tolkien calendars  proved that their individual talents could coalesce seamlessly into one.  Tim was a wonderful man with a great sense of humor.  While he loved and appreciated all forms of art,  he had a particular passion for animation and illustration.  While he will be greatly missed by all of us who love him,  we take comfort knowing that he will live on in the art that he created.  Anyone wishing to express condolences to Greg Hildebrandt can send them to:
Photo taken 1941, 2 years old.
Photo taken 1946, 7 years old.
Photo taken 1947, with father, George.

Photo taken 1949, clowning around.

Photos taken in 1949. Can you identify which is Greg and which is Tim?.


Photo taken 1954. High School begins.

Photo taken 1945. Dressed to attend church with mother, Germaine.

Photo taken 1965. In Columbia, South America - making movies for Bishop Fulton J. Sheen.

(top) Mother - Germaine and sister - Janie, in Rochester, Michigan.
(bottom) Janie and her husband, Joe, and daughter Elisabeth. Photo taken in December 2005 at TSO concert.

Greg's daughter Mary with Tim and Greg in the hospital several weeks before he passed away. Photo taken May 20th, 2006.


Photo taken 1947, studio shot.

May 20th, 2006 - Last photograph of Greg & Tim together before he passed away.

Fond memories of my childhood with Tim that I just sketched in honor of his life, playing our favorite superhero.

I am imprisoned by my art
It controls me
Soothing my ego
Capturing my thoughts
Restoring order from disarray

Unchain me
For I must interpret
Rationalizing my existence
Grasping altered consciousness
Reliving what once was passion
As redefined emotions

Not misdirected
Now I must sleep

Poem by Brian Wolfson