I have been drawing as long as I have been able to hold a pencil. Some of my earliest memories are of spending my evenings drawing objects from around the house on any paper I could find. My first attempt at portrait art came in the form of my grandfather we called Pop. I wanted to give something special to him for Father’s Day. Finding his service portrait from World War II, I knew the answer. I drew a graphite portrait which hung on their wall the rest of their lives. Now, that portrait is one of my prized possessions, helping me to keep their memory alive and spurring me on to create the same sort of memories for my clients.
I spend my days in the local school district teaching communication and directing the school play. My weekends are full of ministry at a local church where I am pastor. Between these responsibilities and our five children, time to draw can be hard to come by. However, as our children have grown older, gotten married and gone off to college, I have found time to draw again.
The joy greater than completing a heartfelt portrait is seeing the joy it brings to you.
