Clarkesville, GA

Boyd: My name is Boyd D. Carter. The D stands for Doc. My daddy's nickname was Doc but his real name was Wiley. 

BW: What was life like growing up for you?

Boyd: Well, life growing up for me... it wasn't very easy, you know, being picked on and getting into fights a lot in school. 

BW: Why'd they pick on you?

Boyd: Well. for one I stuttered a little bit. Kids would laugh and they would mock me and we'd get into fights. Later on in life I was diagnosed with high functional autism. I was made fun of because I made terrible grades, you know. That gave me low self esteem. Back then they really didn't know how to work with a kid [like me].

[Normal] people can pick up on stuff like that and they'll poke you to death, buddy. They'll kill you or cause you to kill yourself. 

After I growed up and got out of high school, I wound up getting a job with the city of Clarkesville and I been employed with them for 34 years now.  I could work on the garbage truck and I didn't have to know how to read or write or nothing. I'll be retiring out in one month and three weeks. 

I never really painted up until five years ago when my wife left me. She was from the Philippines and I went over there and met her and got her. After 10 years of marriage she left me. I fell into a real bad depression, a real dangerous depression, where I wanted to die, kill myself, because I felt like my whole life was worthless. I couldn't keep a girlfriend, I couldn't keep a wife, being made fun of in school, and being picked on, and being made a social outcast, all of that whirlpooled when she left me.

I feel like art saved me. I'm very happy and content while I'm painting. I'm the most happiest when I'm painting. But when I'm not thinking about art, or trying to come up with something to paint, I dwell on my wife leaving me. I start getting depressed, you know.

My friend Kelly who cleans my apartment has really helped me. She's a real sweet lady. Me and her went out and got us a pizza together and just to be with a female really helped me, you know. I mean, I could go out and have a pizza with all kinds of guys but it's good to have a pizza with a girl.  She's pretty much saved me from a lot of sadness, just knowing I got a friend.


BW: If you could wave a wand and make everything the way you want it to be what would you change about your life?

Boyd: Well, I tell you what, I told my psychiatrist that I wish she had a magic box that I could walk into and Boyd would disappear and I would come out as someone else.

BW: Who would you be?

Boyd: I would be someone else, I would. I would be someone that would be totally normal or typical. I would be someone that people would look at, not as a lunatic, but they would look at me as a normal person.

BW: But you know that someone else may not be able to paint like you. Would you be willing to give that up?

Boyd: Nah, I really wouldn't want to give that up.   Life hasn't really been very good, a round peg trying to fit into a square hole, you know, I just couldn't fit in. But before I die, I'd like to be known as a great folk artist. I don't have any kids or any family. I want to pass my name on through my art. This art is like my kids. 

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