Art by CRAllen

I have been drawing, painting and creating since my father placed a pencil or crayon in my hand at a very young age. My father was an artist in his own right. He learned art painting and leatherworking while in the hospital recovering from tuberculosis back in the 50s. He and I shared a love of irises. We planted a few in the cemetery where his father was buried. By the time my father died, and was buried next to his father, those irises had exploded in growth all around the fence line near their graves. He would’ve been so happy. This iris is for you pops.