When I was four years old I was placed in the children's home on Powell Blvd.  I spent most of my days there under a large maple tree playing with sticks and rock "people" where I created my own little world.  I carried with me a five cent rainbow tablet and stub of a pencil which I used to fill the pages with childish hieroglyphics of my own invention.  This was my world and God was my constant companion...the only constant in my life at that time.  I cannot say how I knew Him, but I could feel Him watching me and He was my friend.

My happiest moments were hidden in that rainbow tablet and my stick people world.  I did not know that I was an artist.  I only knew that creating was never an option, it was something I couldn't NOT do.  It was as natural and necessary to my life as breathing.

Throughout my 76 years I have created out of anything available to me.  The content of my work always seems to migrate to God and His presence in this world.  He has always been my closest companion and the one that has never walked out.  The people of the Bible have become my family.  I relate to their stories.  Walking my own journey through the desert of this world; feeling swallowed up as Jonah; having truths revealed in dreams as Jacob; and even feeling the loss of everything as Job.

In times past, God was a subject used by many artists without fear of scorn or ridicule.  The message of God and His intervention in this world was at one time very clear, but it seem to be a voice that has been silenced.  My intent is not to preach with my art, but to present something and someone that has always been very real to me and to do it in a way that would touch the deepest part of the viewer, that veiled place in us that always seems to remain a mystery out of which our truest selves come.

Much of what I create is from the things of my childhood.  I hope to touch the child in each viewer that knows there is something larger than ourselves keeping us.