Every artist needs a surface. A crisp page or cave wall, some sleepy block of marble or chunk of wood. Whatever form it takes, the surface becomes a place to land, to sort, scream, pray or question. To breathe, and to be.

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For Sue Scoggins, that surface was a blank canvas. That canvas took her in as she journeyed along side of her husband with young onset Alzheimer disease. Gradually, she transcended from coping to pure creating. Art gave her strength. It was passion and comfort, memory, confidence and want, alive on each awakening canvas.

With each brushstroke and bold, shimmering hues, her paintings show that good can come out of the bleakest situations. Spreading joy transformed her.

Her work now hangs New York to Florida, North Carolina to Hawaii and to places far afield as Spain, Italy, Hungary and France. Her chosen surfaces, full of hope and a spirit forged from the hottest, harshest flames, now dot the world. The biggest, grandest surface of them all. 

"Without artists there would be no Ancient Greek architecture, no painted ceilings in the Sistine Chapel, no concertos, no pastel lemons in your kitchen. Artists tell stories of our culture, give us delight, evoke an emotion. For this artist, it’s not me capturing a moment, it’s a moment that captures me: skipping rocks with grandkids in the woods, seeing people connect, listening to flowers speak.

Visions well up. Paintings begin. Get scraped away. Marks applied, color builds and is refined until it says, “I’m finished.” Then the wondrous joy comes when it’s happiness is passed along to someone else. "