I have always been drawn to beautiful skies, fields, roads and hills; it's as if they call me. I think it's actually my Dad calling to me. I remember my Dad pulling the family station wagon over in order to see a beautiful farmland vista, to get us to pick a huge bunch of red clover blossoms on a highway median, or to let us stroke the nose of a horse standing by a roadside fence. He always would boom out, "Look at the sky, kids!" as we drove along. Nothing escaped his artist's eye. The back roads were always the preferred route, because they offered the serene, the lovely, the unspoiled and the homely.
He is why I am an artist, and why I will always come back to painting landscape. We've driven together along back roads on Edisto Island and seen the sight I painted below...
And he's in the back of my mind when I paint a scene like this one: