Clara K. Johnson
I remember when I was about 9 years old. I’d submitted a drawing to one of those mail
correspondence art classes. I had no idea what I had did until this white man with a briefcase
showed up at my parents’ house. My parents signed me up for the course but I didn’t follow
through with its completion.
During my late teens and early twenties, I used to create beautiful handmade birthday cards for
my friends and family. Then one day, my boyfriend at the time said something disparaging to
me about it and that was the end of my card making days.
In 2007, my father passed away. The experience gave me a new view of the “gift of life.” The
following year, I bought a house and decided to create my own artwork. It was as if the artist
within decided that she was here to stay! I began to paint every chance I could. I didn’t
understand it at the time but painting was my meditation. My soul demanded it and my ego
submitted. Creating beautiful works of art purely from my imagination is the only time life
makes perfect sense. I am able to concentrate on the beauty Our Creator has bestowed upon us
in our daily lives. I celebrate it and I want to reflect it in my artwork.
It amazes me when I reflect on the journey that The Artist and I have traveled thus far.
Finding my passion has helped me to achieve and experience some things that I would’ve never
dreamed. I have shown in galleries from New York City to Houston, Texas. I have collectors
all over the country! My work has been featured by different causes, magazines and events.
Most importantly to me, is that my passion has taught me that there is nothing to fear. The
same source that originated my abilities and desires is the same source that will sustain and
elevate them.