Bio John A. Roof
Born in Coshocton, Ohio, January 14, 1949, I noticed fairly early that something was different. I wanted to fit in, but I was always just outside the circle looking in. I loved to spend my time looking at almost anything. My parents would always say “John, wake up.” I remember once when I was on a Boy Scout campout in the winter and snowed it heavily. I sat by the fire all night listening to the snow hitting the ground and watching it glimmer in the fire light as it fell from the sky. When daylight came I walked off into the woods and marveled at what lay before me. My Grandfather Bible was able to sit down and draw the face of anyone. Mother could put colors together and would work on an art project till it was finished. This is where my art education started.
Starting college at Port Huron Junior College in Port Huron, Michigan as a business major, I was only a business major one semester. I took an art coarse to get my grades up and never looked back.
I spent my summers in Cimarron, New Mexico, at Philmont Scout Ranch. I could walk for hours looking at the trees, sky, and mountains. Sometimes it was like the earth was put here just for me to see the true beauty. I also watched the sunrise from the top of a 12,000 foot mountain. I did this often--the colors seen cannot be painted. I then transferred to Texas Tech University, in Lubbock, Texas. This is the land of the big sky--not much else, but boy, do they have sky.
I graduated, got married and we moved to Houston, Texas, where I worked as the retail store manager of Texas Art Supply on Montrose. We started our family and it became harder and harder for me to find time to paint, so I would draw or write short stories and began to build furniture. This became my artistic outlet. We raised three children, and time for art got less and less, but always there was this thing of looking and watching and thinking about what I was seeing. I was a voyeur of the world around me. When my youngest graduated from high school, I had had enough. It was our time. My wife and I started the good life. We bought the general store in Staples, Texas, and restored antique furniture. I fished everyday on the San Marcos River, watching, listening and enjoying the beauty given to us. Then one day I was looking at the corn fields behind the shop. I found a piece of plywood and some spray paint. I have not stopped painting or writing since.