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In the small town of Millwood, Virginia, next door to the old Burwell-Morgan Mill, I found this abandoned antique store. The lawn jockey appears lost and forgotten but standing guard over the abandoned items. Somewhere along the way, someone threw an old towel over his arm. I knew I wanted to paint this little scene from the moment I saw it!

My love of art dates back to childhood. As a child and teen, I never went anywhere without my bag of "drawing stuff" -- pencils, pens, charcoal, paper and magazines for reference photos. I took all the art classes I could in school. However, as often happens, the demands of family and life took over and, unfortunately, I found very little time to devote to it for many years. It was never far from my mind, though. Ultimately, I reached the point several years ago where I could not exist another day without art in my life. With great joy and encouragement from my family, art began to play a significant role in my life once again. This time around, I began to explore color, with pastels and colored pencils becoming favorite mediums. ...