I guess I just dont get social media so I am done with it, email me if you want to talk. The art I make now is the best ive ever done and I am a little set back now, but ill be back, fuller, stronger and on fire,
Wednesday, October 9, 2024
When’s Company Gonna Leave-Georgia Red Mud Craig Chandler
Thursday, August 22, 2024
Saluda Bootlegger with Stacker Jugs-Steven Chandler Georgia Red Mud Southern Art
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Hardrock’s Prize Winning Shoats Georgia Red Mud Steven Chandler Memory Painting
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
7UP & Hog Farmers Georgia South Carolina Art in a Rural Winter Farm House
Monday, July 8, 2024
Hog Farmers-Georgia Red Mud Painting Wading in Realism
Monday, December 4, 2023
Ludowici Lawmen Georgia Red Mud Painting
Thursday, October 27, 2022
The Savannah Oyster Thieves-Steven Chandler Air Force Brat-Rockets Red Glare & WW3
Inspired by my trips down to Savannah and an unconditional love of everything oyster. This as well makes me think of my grandad's stories of running illegal corn liquor from Ninety Six South Carolina down to the shipyards of Brunswick Georgia in the 1920's. I will never forget, "Don't ever get caught in Ludowici," he would warn, "the Law there," then eyes to the ground and a slow nodding of the head. I never got the full story, but to this day my fear precludes my foot in Ludowici Georgia.
This wasn't my life. I was an Air Force Brat with deep southern roots, born on an Air Force base, I have no "hometown." I was raised around NASA rockets, roaring F4 Phantoms overhead and silos of mixed-race men working harmoniously in deep holes filled with intercontinental ballistic missiles and my dad, the officer, with the code and keys to WW3. I grew up knowing I was ground zero everywhere I went.
Why these images and stories come out from my fingers is beyond me.
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Backdoor, Studio As Of Now-Georgia Red Mud Paintings
Ansel Adams would sometimes come in my high school photography class out on the central coast of California.
He was friends with my teacher. I didn't know who he was, an old fella who liked photography.
I could just kick myself sometimes.