Est. 1984 - Barbara C. Brogdon Prop.
Cell (706) 878-8100
" i didn't come to painting in a
direct sort of way. no. when my mother had wild 'spells' (as she would
call them) thinking she was either a black jazz singer or being invaded
by demons, i would hide in my father's tool shed to get away from her
mental storms. pretty soon i learned it was the only safe place i had to
go. so, i started stashing pencils, books, paints and paper so i could
stay there for a long, and then even longer periods of time. i felt so
isolated and lonesome, i started painting and drawing make-belive people
just to feel loved by someone. it was my secret. my place. my friends.
even now i live with a sense of dread that something bad is going to
happen, like my mother is going to find out about my secret place and
destroy my only friends (my paintings). sometimes the anxiety paralyzes
me, but when i paint the feeling eases up.
koho paints on door skin and uses regular house paints so her images "can endure rough times" as she says. the other influence recognizable in her work is America during the Great Depression when people "probably cherished doing ordinary things." in many ways this line of thinking parallels her own life when she weathered her mother's insanity as a child by doing something simple like paint.
koho=the prounciation of her last nane she used when she was a little girl because that's how it sounded to her.