Carolyn was born in 1932 in a small town in West Texas, the kind of town where the wind makes its own arguments and the sky is, every afternoon, an event. She came to drawing the way a person comes to breath — with no instruction and no ceremony.
By the time she was twenty she was painting in oils; by the time she was forty she had a kiln in the garage; by the time she was sixty she had taught a generation of painters across two states. The work has never quite stopped, even now, in her ninety-fourth year, when a morning at the table with a sharp pencil is still the most ordinary, the most necessary thing she does.
This site is a small index of that long working life — a catalogue for the paintings, drawings, and pots that have left her studio, and an archive for the ones still inside it.