Sixth and Main street was the busiest intersection to direct kids
safely across. Without a stoplight, it involved the train and
trolley tracks and four-way traffic. Ms. Redman was the crossing
guard assigned to this area. My dad, brother, and I met her on
the first day attending our new school. In that instance she
learned our names and offered to look after us on our journeys.
Ms. Redman continued to work that same stop as I pursued my own
career of becoming a high school teacher. Then I heard rumors of
an investigation being ordered; an incident occurred while Ms.
Redman was on duty. A kid crossed the tracks and got hit by a
train. I see her every now and then wandering.

An area that is home, my paintings are autobiographically
pictorial. With the painting material I flatten space and use
recognizable symbols to comment on an inevitable end while
inspiring hope. My work is taken from memories, current
situations, and thoughts that are both loud and serene. Foreign
to some yet reflect of everything I know.