‘Art is alive when it tells us the truth.’ Picasso
I’d been painting in oil for about seven years when I decided to tell the truth in the most excellent way I could. That meant I had to go outside my own flawed nature of perception; not to paint who I am,
but who I am not.
The man Jesus made some outrageous statements about himself and why he’d come. It sounded like crazy talk. Unless it was the truth. Using pearls of wisdom he talked of the Perfect Invisible coexisting along side the Visible we are land locked to. Problem was, this unseen Eternal Perfection was sure to outlive us. We didn’t have perfect in us. He didn’t want it to end that way. Of that he was especially dogmatic. So from that bedrock I paint the Cross Series. Jewels of eternity floating of the surface of our tangible existence call to us to decide. Was he telling the truth?
Jo was not born in Texas but she got here as quick as she could. In Fort Worth, she’s living in the shadow of the greatest collection of museums on the planet. She wants to move out from their giant shadow without forgetting to stay in the Great Shadow…hoping that this art will stay alive as well.