About Me

Born in Memphis, Tennessee, Davis has lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee and most recently Jacksonville, Florida before relocating to Albany, Georgia in 2005. Painting professionally for over five years, Ms. Davis has exhibited her work throughout the Southeastern United States.

Her paintings has been exhibited in solo and group shows at Albany Council for the Arts, Fort Valley State University, Phoebe Memorial Hospital, Turner Center for the Arts, the Georgia National Fair, and other locations throughout Georgia and Florida.

She is a member of the International Society of Acrylic Painters.  A self-taught artist, she holds a BS degree in Economics from the University of Tennessee.

My Painting Story

My painting began more like an adverse allergic reaction to cubicle living rather than some unfulfilled childhood dream to become an artist.

Back then, I spent the greater portion of my day in a beige cubicle, with beige walls, huddled in front of a computer screen enclosed in beige plastic.

Occasionally, I would leave my beige mini-world to pick up something from a beige printer down the hall.

I began looking for something to do that was:

NOT beige
NOT organized
and definitely NOT corporate.

I began to spatter and splash paint around in a corner of the living room. I really had no idea what I was doing.

But as long as it wasn’t beige, I found a source of happiness. In the next house, I transformed our dining room into my studio. I continued to paint. I read every art book that I could get my hands on. I began to explore color, texture, composition, design and all those other buzzwords which are so popular among artists.

One day, I was able to run away from my beige job for good. Throwing my arms up in the air in the parking lot, and screaming as loud as I could, “I’m Free”. Yes — I really did that. I still treasure that memory. Screaming out loud in a public place can be quite cathartic. I had finally quit my corporate position. With the love and support of my family, I began to paint even more.

Another house and another town later, I now have a garage studio all to myself and a nice little art career to go along with it.

I don’t do all this alone. I have a studio assistant, Patches, who does her very best to help hold down any loose paintings or materials that find their way onto the floor. This isn’t easy for here since her since her feet are very furry and she has no thumbs.

She doesn’t let her lack of thumbs stop her from her working. At times, Patches even places her entire body on the canvas in an effort to keep it from flying up off the floor. She is gravitationally trained.

My family has accepted my erratic , painterly nature. I am happier than ever. I paint. I sell. I teach. I blog about most of it, and I am still having fun.

This wild ride called painter had taken me to lots of new bright places and drug me through some rather dark times as well. It is all part of me now, I doubt that I will ever give it up.

– Cindy