I was born and raised in the deep south - the land of bigotry, racism and cruelty.  Also the land of some of the world’s best literature.  I think the one follows the other.  My father was yellow and my mother white, so I became aware of the unfairness of things early on and when, late in life, I began making art, my subject was laid out for me. Sometimes, as recently, I veer from that subject just for relief -  but never for long.  If I could write, I wouldn’t have to paint.