“In my 40th year, while living in a two room house in a tiny rural north Florida community where my neighbors where older African-Americans still maintaining land that had been granted their families a century ago, I started to paint.

  That was 24 years ago.  I am still inspired by those friends and neighbors along with many others who live in the space in my head and heart.

  I fill sketchbook, not with drawings and images, but with stories, conversations, memories, quotes, overheard snatches of talk, lyrics, description of places, and poetry.

   When it is time to work, I pick up a notebook and read.

   I paint stories, though to the viewer it may look like a version of an image of a single person.

   To me, it is always a story.”