The staining red clay of my southern hometown, The patina that life leaves on skin and psyche…
I find joy and a bond in objects and humans that life has weathered to perfection. When retinal and tactile influences converge within me, I am left with a visceral drive that needs to be born into substance. My art emerges. I am an artist.
Cedar Waxwing detail ©2017
The Blue Hat I ©2017
Jocelyne art easel christmas artist is born