Tubes of paint, the large ones, make me smile. I paint with them on large canvases. Paint, brushes, and canvas ... the tools of an artist ... are one way God has blessed me. My father was disabled leaving my mother to support our family. As a youth I worked cutting trees in the swamps of southern Alabama and loading the wood on a pulpwood truck. My mother drove the truck to Scott and International Paper Companies. Eventually I earned a scholarship to college. My siblings and I were the first generation in our family to attend college. I majored in art. While tuition was covered, I struggled with the cost of art supplies. Each tube of paint represented a fortune to me. I bought the smallest tubes of paint and painted on the smallest canvases, scraping up the smallest dabs of paint lest they go to waste. God has blessed me through the years, and now, as I return to my original calling of artist, I can buy tubes of paint without reservation… the big ones! I paint on large canvases with an assortment of brushes. My passion is the cross, and it is the central theme of my work.
"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." Galatians 2:20