Paintings, Fine Art, and Illustrations

Early in my career one of my clients came to me with this reminiscense of his childhood in southern Louisiana.  As a six-year-old who had not yet spoken English he picked cotton with his dad to augment the family's income.  One could hardly imagine such humble beginnings for this very influential gentleman today, but these memories are a part of what makes him who he is.  I just helped to give them life.

There are moments that seem to live forever. Some are almost unreally serene.  My parents, my brother, my wife, and I all visited this place in 1982. We have never been able to find it again since.

I liken art to farming.  One may plow the field, plant the seed, and tend the plant as it grows.  Sometimes, none the less, the plant will not yield good fruit.  Other times the work bears well.  Here I farmed a neighbor's field and it bore good fruit.