Posted on May 16, 2011 by ydart | 0 comments
Mr Jones lived in a mobile home in the tiny town of Gilliam, Louisiana, a short drive north of Shreveport. Hwy 71 passed through cotton fields & pecan groves, and it seemed every time I made that drive there was a crop duster working one of those fields. In Gilliam was a cafe that had some of his watercolors for sale, but I never bought any of those. Mr Jones lived in a dilapidated prefab house, and every time I visited I found him sitting at a folding tv table in his living room, working on a new piece. His wife would bring out whatever he had for sale & I'd usually buy whatever was there. Mr Jones wasn't especially chatty but would answer any questions I had about his work.
He drew pictures of life as he knew it (cotton picking) or as he imagined it. I bought a painting once that depicted a group of KKK on horseback. No, he said, he never saw any around there, he'd just heard about them.