Artists tend to draw what they know, what they're comfortable with. I was fortunate because I met an incredible individual back in college who taught me about the history of Africa, the beauty of a people who live in the cradle of civilization. Here are some of the drawings and paintings I've done, dedicated to Diana...Wherever she may be today. Just a few of the drawings and paintings I've done over the years....Enjoy.
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