Traditional Arts, Visual Arts
Artist StatementI have been chasing color and words. I have caught some and shared others. I do not have many memories. Childhood is safely hidden deep in my mind. I am here and that is a mighty testament to the power of the human spirit and any individuals ability to survive.
It was in the late 60’s that I sojourned to New Orleans, Louisiana. $300 was enough to rent a garage for six months. It was my studio and living space. I garnered my eight foot section of fence at Jackson Square and dove into the artist’s community. I sold work by day and painted and replenished my inventory by night. The phrase “starving artist” covered more than the need for food. Artist’s starve for a sense of time, sometimes for heat and always for just the right light.
Since those early days, I have continued to work and grow within my field. I am no different from my peers. We have all dabbled in many areas. We have all attempted different media. We create and seek to share our personal vision.