December 18, 2018

   This is how Dickensian my childhood was. For some reason, living back in Georgia I have had some very distinct memories come back to me, I suspect as I grow older I will remember more. But, the sudden cold weather brought up memories of walking to school in Atl...

July 8, 2018

As I grow older, I have seen a shift in myself in how I relate to other artists. I am no longer competing, I don't desire accolades, the uncertainties are gone of feeling inadequate.  I just do my work now and do not feel offended if it does not fit what someone feels...

January 11, 2018

This day was long, filled with chores undone because of weeks of cold weather, rain, near disasters to our home due to bad weather. But we made it through.

As the evening approached us, we sat on the front porch as the sky showed its beautiful hues of twilight and we re...

July 3, 2017

When I studied art history in College I never once thought that any artist was better then another. A Van Gogh stood equally with a Jackson Pollock. There are always levels of technique but when you look at art it's something deeper that speaks out. 

I have been doing F...

April 22, 2017

In my lifetime I have seen so many changes and even though I am a science fiction artist and should expect this, the changes are unpredictable. It makes me think of our grandparents who remembered a time when there was no television, hardly a phone, big gas guzzling ca...

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