I first learned to paint at my mother’s kitchen table when I was five years old.
To keep an eye on my sister and I while she painted, she sat us down with her homemade finger paints while she set up her easel in her farm kitchen and painted oils. I was painting in oils by the time I was seven years old. And I have been painting and drawing six decades hence.
The scent of linseed oil is as much a part of my memories of home as the smell of vegetable soup simmering on the stove, or fresh cornbread baking.
This collection is what I currently have on hand or have sold to private collectors in recent years.
Please, have a seat, and enjoy your visit!