My Friend John Painting

I grew up in a small town with no understanding of the arts. It's a very small town of 1500 railroaders, farmers and miners. Anything short of that was in the upper stratosphere. It took leaving home getting out into the world to realize the gift that I had been given from God. I soon recognized my abilities as an artist. It has been in me from the start to enjoy creativity and maintain the patience it takes to make incredible things. It's not for everyone. At times I've tried to bury it or suppress it so that I wouldn't have to face it. It's hard you know especially with a family. What I found is that it's like a silky sheet covering your body, it has veiled the figure, but everyone still sees the curves. It's my passion and my life, now I just have to continually find myself in it.