The Southern Series

I spent many summers stringing and unstringing tobacco. The summer sun in Georgia could be brutal to farmers. Often, I, along with others, would sing, our voices joyful. The only poetry many of the laborers knew was the rhythm of stringing the tobacco, the sweet tapping of rain on a tin roof, and the old spirituals they knew by heart. In Stringing Tobacco, I painted a barn similar to the one I remember from my youth. This is a sample of what will be in the oil series Southern Life. I won't be posting most of my works from the series since I prefer to withhold them for the exhibition. I'll give you more information in the future.