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Where Vision,Thought and Imagination are woven together through the divine inspiration of Scripture. Artwork inspired by God’s own sovereign design.

Being an artist and understanding the power of all forms of the artistic pallet, I believe art sheds a positive light on the human condition more so than any religious dogma. It doesn’t start with the need to condemn nor judge and is neutral by its very nature. Sure art can be used both as a positive and a negative influence but art was never meant to be worshiped, just appreciated on its own merits. True artists such as William Shakespeare transcend the boundaries of the religious dogma and better illuminate the human condition and spirit with such words and thoughts as these.

“All the world’s a stage, And all men and women are merely player’s: They have their exits and entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts"

(As you Like It II.7)

Art and inspiration is revealed through many forms. My artistic expression is experienced through my faith and belief in Jesus Christ.

James Robert Kessler 2006/2015

"I would rather know a fearful truth than remain deceived by comforting falsehoods."


As they have dared, so shall I dare. Dare to tell the truth!

Casey at the Bat

By: James Robert Kessler c15 
Casey at the Bat! 

Several weeks when I sat down to begin my "Cutch" portrait an old baseball poem was floating around in my thoughts titled, Casey at the Bat.

After finishing painting that day my usual routine is to make some coffee and turn on the news. That night there was a news story that was unimaginable for me to fully comprehend. What caught my ear was a local story about a girl named Sara Kessler. I have a niece with the same name so I listened to make sure this news wasn't her. It wasn't!

This Sara died of an overdose and she was found with her baby who also had passed. The authorities believed Sara had died a week before she was found and her baby had died because he was all alone and no one was there to care for him. 

A few neighbors heard the cries of the baby but never checked to see if everything was Ok. Sadly for over a week or maybe two, no one missed Sara and her baby. The baby's name was Casey. 

Casey, the name from the famous baseball poem that was stuck in my head all that morning. Baby Casey died alone, hungry and helpless on the living room floor. Then I found and read the last paragraph of that famous poem.

"Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out."

Here's lies the irony of life itself. Although baby Casey is no longer with us, the sun still shines bright. Bands are playing, men are laughing and children still are shouting. 

Yet there is no joy in this human condition when there are those among us whom seem to have struck out and not to count! To have been forgotten.

This Andrew McCutchen portrait was finished in the memory and honor of mighty little baby Casey. A little boy who would never get to hold a bat or walk his field of dreams. No matter where I display it or post this portrait, this little boy named Casey Kessler will be remembered and not forgotten.