As I stand looking at the Taft Museum of Art I remember drawing for Lunch money. One of 8 kids I brown bagged and kids tried to shame me. 6yrs. Homeless carrying only brushes and canvas it was how i found peace in my life. I remember standing out side the library setting up my easel just so I could stay dry on rainy sunday's but the library would be closed and the only way i could stand out of the rain was paint. Well my work has been of Cet and Thinktv. I was invited to the capital of Kentucky for a group show.... I was telling my son about life as a artist while looking through a box of memories.