Folk Art Gallery
Est. 1984 - Barbara C. Brogdon Prop.
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" 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.