“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.”