Mississippi Lost and Found: The Exhibit
Sitting in my living room, the whole family was at home during quarantine. Lily was on a zoom call in the kitchen, Fincher was on a school zoom in the dining room, and Poppy was playing in her room. I’m sure the dogs were running around like crazy. Tha …
The Lantern House artTALK
Having the opportunity to illustrate a book with Erin has been one of the highlights of my career as an artist. Since the moment I found out that illustrating children’s books was someone’s job, I wanted it to be mine. This process of creating a traditionally published book has been such an amazing experience.


Due North
Now that we are finally settled into our new house after moving from the farm, It has been so nice to unpack my studio. The new space is so warm and full of natural light thanks to this awesome north facing skylight. There is plumbing for a sink, plenty of room to spread out and stretch watercolor paper. There’s room to have different stations set up, so I don’t have to do plaster work in the same space that I paint. I’m even looking into setting up a silk screen station for making prints. I don’t think I could have designed a better space really.
Holding Out for Hope
I started drawing when I was 3, or at least that’s what my mom always told me. She was an english teacher, but she could never find it in her heart to get on to me when I would color over the illustrations in my story books. She always said that I was just trying to make them better. Having that type of support system is dangerous for an artist, because I grew up with the spiderman way of thinking. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Only in my family, we replaced “power” with “talent”.


The Language of Walter
I hear it almost every time I post an image of my work, especially from Mississippians, “Your work reminds me of Walter Anderson.” I always smile politely, because the person doesn’t realise that they have just given me the highest compliment I could receive. But before you can really understand why, you need a little backstory. You see, my entire childhood was bounced around the Southern United States as an oil field kid, always hearing my parents talk about how “home” was really Laurel, MS. When I was finishing up the third grade, I remember my parents sitting my brother and I down and telling us that we would be moving. Again.
