A man asked me one time, "What's a Redneck?"
"I don't know," I said, "but when you find out, come and tell me."
I suppose if you listened to that Jeff Foxworthy guy, he could tell you. I drive a 4 wheel drive Diesel pick up; my wife drives a 4 wheel drive Jeep Larado. I've got a dog that rides on the tool box of that 4 wheel drive pick up. We love to go watch mud bogs--join in sometimes when the old C-J-5 is running. I wear blue denim bib overalls 90 per cent of the time. I've been known to trade for different things in life. I play a guitar and sing country songs. I've been known to tinker on a few vehicles to make them run. When my cell phone rings, you hear my recorded voice saying, "Hey Redneck, answer your phone."I've had a few horses in my time. I've got a few ex-wives--happily married to this wife. We've got lots of grandchildren.
I started oil painting in June of 2007. I go to the Colton Cafe, that would be the local cafe--the only one in town, for breakfast and lunch. I met some folks there that was going to one of the local churches for a paint class. The lady who teaches the class, Betty Cumberland, kept telling me to come and try oil painting for fun a relaxation. I told her I couldn't draw stick figures. She said it didn't matter I should come and try anyway. I did and I've loved every minute. The first thing she did was tell me to look at some of her magazines and find a picture I liked and try to paint it. I found a scene of some redwood trees in a darkened glen with a little pool of water in the lower corner. She gave me some paint and a brush or two and I began. She told me that painting was paint on paint. I figured that I needed to go to the back of the picture and paint out.
You might say I was the talk of the town by the time I finished that first painting. I brought it by the Cafe to show Angela and Rex, the owners, my first painting. Angela liked it so well that she took it away from me and hung it on the wall for all to see. I was a might bit apprehensive at first, but everyone liked it and said I should do more. I finished the second one, a snow covered log cabin in the moonlight. I brought this one by the Cafe, and Angela took this one away from me and hung it on the wall, too.
This was quite bizarre for me. I never was good at art or anything like that. I wasn't sure if these people knew what they were doing by hanging my work on their walls. They had other local artists displaying their work; so, I guessed they knew what they were doing. Since then I have painted and sold numerous paintings. I price my paintings at a rate that most anyone can afford.
I sign my paintings "RedNecK." I don't know if all this makes me a redneck, but most people who know me say that I am.
My wife jokingly calls me Van Gough. I smile and say, "I got him beat. I've sold numerous paintings, and I'm alive and loving every minute."