Born Jerri Dee Henry in Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Raised on a bayou off Lake Verret near Pierre Part, Louisiana
My sister and I were raised by our mother and our grandparents.
Mama provided for us with her artwork.
She taught us that no matter how little you might think you have, you always have something to give.
She taught us to see beauty where others saw flaws.
She taught us to respect and love God and nature.
She taught us not to be judgemental.
She taught us to be kind and loving.
She taught us well...and we miss her.
Although I studied Art in college, most of my experience came from watching my mother paint. She was self-taught so her work was like no one elses. She would give me help but never structured lessons. She said that I had to "see" and "feel" it.
I started painting for others in High School then throughout college. It gave me some spending money. I did lettering and signs, all handpainted for local small businesses. I did murals behind bandstands and even lettering on trucks back before vinyl lettering became so popular.
It wasn't until I lost my mother so unexpectedly that I needed my brushes...
I had all of these feelings inside me and painting let them out.
The angels gave me comfort.
God helps me heal.