My training in art started when I was just a five year old boy. We lived along a railroad tracks and every evening my older siblings would bring their school papers home. They were the old yellow papers with lines running across them. We had no electricity back then, only the light of a kerosene lantern and sometimes by the glow of the old coal stove. My father would draw simple designs for me to copy that he said would strengthen my future artistic abilities. He didn't live long enough to see me do one single painting. I did do a portrait of him and he sets on the steps of the painting "Lost in the Fifties - Lincoln Theater".

I don't call myself an artist, just a man that loves to paint. I have no formal training, (some may say that shows in my work). I paint in oils and acrylic. I like painting about anything. I paint commissioned portraits if I enjoy the subject matter. I've painted animals, ocean scenes, mountains and historic subjects. I'm now in the process of finishing "Lost in the Fifties - Lincoln Theater", a look back of our historic downtown theater.  I'd like to give a special thanks to my wife Connie for giving me the time away from I'm sure more meaningful work to follow my dream of pursuing art. Thank you dear wife.