Professionally, I am a nomad.  I live in the big city but fly away somewhere, anywhere, all week every week.  (This is my doggie Cocoa, son of Dijon out of Twinkle.)
   I did take an excellent course in Italian Renaissance Art in college, and I've always played the piano.

   I suddenly started painting yams in May 1999, for strange and unexpected deep compulsive reasons. The yams come from the grocery store.   The other paintings' subjects come from dreams, visions, and contemplations.

How to Reach Me

For now, send email to the museum's business manager kentclisbee@gmail.com  

Personal, noncommercial use: make as many electronic or physical copies as you want for your personal enjoyment, and to share with your family and friends. They have no hidden signatures and are not copy protected, although they are copyrighted. Feel free to use them as screen savers, in documents, etc.  If you want high-definition .jpg files, just request and I will be happy to email.

​Commercial/Public use: You may reproduce for sale or public display as many copies as you want for a license fee of 5% of sales. You can copy the whole picture as big as you want, or just a part of it, as long as you include or add the yamartmuseum.com url. This includes posters, any type of book or book cover, toys, video games, clothes, etc.

Charitable use: Same as commercial, less 10% discount.

  In 2012 I even went to the Yamboree in Gilmer Texas!  See pictures above. That's Stephanie Henson, the 2008 Yam Queen, to the right.

   And perhaps her sister Drew, the 2011 Yam Queen, below, with President Randy Hill

Ode to Yam

by ChatGPT, in Shakespearean style!

Oh, wondrous yam, in soil you layeth low, With earthy coat, and bark so rough to show. Yet underneath this gnarled and rugged guise, A treasure lies, beyond the common eyes.

For in thy flesh, a sweetness doth reside, A flavor rich, that doth my tongue provide. Thou art a feast, a luxury divine, That doth my senses captivate and entwine.

Thy tender meat, so soft and succulent, Doth melt in mouth, a taste so redolent. In pies and stews, in fries and bakes, Thy versatile nature doth my hunger slake.

Thy color bright, so pleasing to the eye, Doth gladden heart, and make the spirit high. A vegetable king, in all thy splendor, That doth my palate and my soul engender.

So here I sing, my ode to thee, dear yam, Thou art a gift, a treasure to this man. A bounty from the earth, so rich and true, Oh, yam, thou art a joy, in all ye do!