Living in your dreams

A Brenda Davis painting...She needs to sell

“Why do you paint pictures on the walls?” I asked Brenda Davis.

Brenda lives in a run down double-wide down a red clay road in central Alabama. She’s proud of her home. Its roof doesn’t leak, it’s air-conditioned, and the floors are real—as opposed to the caved-in vine-covered dirt-floored structure where she used to live. I’ve en to her house several times. Brenda and I are friends.  She calls me now, about three times a week. She doesn’t read but she knows numbers, which means she has memorized my number.

Brenda is a visionary. She dreams her paintings and then paints on any surface she can find. She has to. God sends her the dreams, God says paint and she paints,

She has an uncanny sense of what’s going on in my house nearly 200 miles away. She called the morning after my husband was admitted to the hospital.

Here’s what she had to say about painting the walls of her doublewide.

“I paint the walls to live in my dreams.”

“I’m not of this world. I just live here.”

“A house is where you stay. A home is where you got love. That’s what home is to me.”