Patricia Freeman

Well, every once in awhile someone screams "road trip," and we hop in the car and just go; no maps and no GPS. We ended up in Addington, Oklahoma, a tiny town of maybe 200 people close to the texas border. Along one of the roads was a line of trees and a ditch filled with purple flowers. It was so pretty, but I didn't want to go exploring because I was reasonably sure some snake would resent the intrusion. So I took a picture. When I got home I explored every leave, blade of grass and every flower. I just did it with a brush.

Tell me about "The Scenic Route". Where was it and what inspired you to paint it?

I did live in Lawton, but it was 46 years ago, and I was two. It's a really common name. I hope you can find her.

Hi, I was wondering if you might be related to the Patricia Freeman who lived in Lawton many years ago. I lost track of her long ago and would love to catch up.

Hello Patricia!! It was great talking to you about your paintings as "Dale". KC loves your art as well. If you ever want to discuss more, contact us at ib.rex@hotmail.com

I want to thank everyone that visits my site, and everyone who has purchased a painting. Being a dialysis patient is difficult. One looks on the machine as a lifeline as well as a choke chain. I spend 25 hours a week on my machine, as long as a part-time job. So, I made it my part-time job. The people at Davita indulged my desire to paint while on the machine. As a matter of fact, they encourage me to do so, and they look the other way when I accidently drag the tubing through the paint, or if there is a spot of magenta on the television. I'm almost finished with another painting. Volleyball season has put me behind my work. I should paint something volleyball-ish as I spend a good deal of each week either transporting my children to a game or watching a game. My girls are affectionately known as "Thing One and Thing Two" due to there uncanny skill of leaving a trail of discarded clothing or objects everywhere they go. We never worry about them getting lost.

Robert was an amazing painter, and I can almost see how you could make the comparison. Thank you so much. You honor me with his name.

I love this painting - it reminds me of Robert Bechtle

Hello Ms. Sewell, and thank you for your comment. The patches on the door were spackling, and the rest of the house was falling apart, and we'll never know why the door was locked from the outside. I can only conjecture that he/she turned around, locked the door, and walked away hoping they could come back to it some day.

Years ago there was a photographic poster made of doors in the Kansas City area. I just loved it - the colors, textures, sizes, places I knew. Your blue door suits me. I read, maybe here, that doors can symbolize change, beginnings or endings and I like how it makes me feel, maybe art reflecting life? Its locked on the outside and that's intriguing! The colors are more vivid in the print that the image in the I see here and it looks to be fall with the long shadows, the bare tree and the dried leaves on the ground -- a comforting time when everything slows and hopefully everyone gathers together again in this rugged and homey place. I don't know what the two white patches on the door are and what the material is. I used a dark 11" x 14" frame with double olive green mats. I'm very pleased.