Many new works being listed over the next several weeks!
I’m from the south. I was born here and have lived here all my life. I love southern culture in all its expressions including art. Southern art, particularly in the form of paintings, helps tell the story of the south and its unique history. It also tells the story of individual artists and their reaction to, and influence from, working and living in the south. The stories of the many southern artists and their plights is what first intrigued me and captivated me. Whether it’s a still life of peaches or a mountain valley landscape or a coastal marsh with Spanish moss-draped live oaks, the wonder of the south can be found in paintings from the Gulf Coast to the Carolinas to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.
I have a very basic philosophy about art and collecting it: anyone with even a small amount of disposable income can purchase works of art from listed artists all the way to exceptional “unsigned” pieces. And there are countless less well-known southern artists whose works often sell for very reasonable prices, sometimes less than the costs of framed museum exhibition posters.
The hunt is nearly as fun as the acquisition so after many years of collecting, and with the philosophy that southern art can be attainable even with a middle-class income, I decided to hunt, gather, and sell southern works of art through this website, from my home, and at regional art and antique shows. If you’re looking for a particular artist or just looking for nice southern scenes, all at prices that you can afford, you’ve found the right person to help you with your search. Please enjoy the works I have featured on the site and don’t hesitate to e-mail with questions or comments and let me end with a quote from Thomas Hart Benton on his understanding of the complexity and contradiction of the south:
Who knows the South? It is a land of beauty and horror, of cultivation and refinement, laid over misery and degradation. It is a land of tremendous contradictions . . . the South remains our romantic land. It remains so because it is. I have seen the red clay of Georgia reveal its color in the dawn, and the bayous of Louisiana glitter in magnolia-scented moonlight. There are no crude facts about the South which can ever kill the romantic effect of these on my imagination.