Marriage carried this God fearing, high heel wearing, country-loving girl thirty miles south towards Atlanta, far away from the foothills she grew up in. Practical life in a subdivision, became a rewarding but exhausting race from car pool line to car pool line. 3 boys later, she’d forgotten who she really was. But sometimes fate has a funny way of stepping in when we need it most and giving us a second chance. That girl found herself back on five acres not far from the little house she grew up in. A few barefoot walks and simple conversations with local Appalachian craftsmen reminded her of a tomboy who used to spend her afternoons writing in her journal and drawing the things that made life special to her. An artist who was almost lost forever found herself again in the only place she ever really could have - home.
I specialize in ink drawings in many different styles............
Meet Rook. A tribute to the Patriarch of the Goss Family.
I enjoy drawing things that should be remembered but one day while waiting on my oldest son to finish a day of testing at school, I was inspired to draw something to honor my father. Two days later, Rook was born.
Thank you to all the wonderful people sitting around waiting on their children that day, too. Your encouraging words gave me the confidence to share my art with everyone. What started as a simple drawing for my father has grown into a full time business with artwork in six galleries and many new friends across the country. What a blessing it is to do what you love while serving a great God and my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.