If you’re curious about what art might look like from a small town southerner, you’ve stopped at the right place. As my Mema would say, pull up a rocking chair, let me grab you a sweet tea and sit a spell. Growing up in Plant City, Fl was the perfect place to cultivate my love of art. Surrounded by the sweet smell of endless orange blossoms, rows of ripe strawberries waiting to be picked and the electricity that filled the air during those seasons made me crave a way to capture those memories...