'My purpose for being alive is to paint and sculpt. My life did not begin until I lay at death's door. A life and death experience at the age of thirty-three left me confined to a bed in the isolation ward of a hospital. While the drugs to keep me alive poured into my veins, the colors began to pour forth from my soul onto the paper using a children's box of watercolors. The moment the colors touched the paper from my hands I knew my only purpose for being alive was to paint. With each stroke of the paintbrush my body, mind and spirit began to heal and set into motion the universal expressions of the beauty, joy and sorrow of living life.'
Judy Joy Jones