Anderson Johnson was born in Lunenburg County Virginia in
1915 and lived in Newport News. The son of a sharecropper,
he received his first message from God when he was a small
boy, but waited until he was sixteen to go and preach. He
was a street preacher and had congregations in many cities
before moving to New port News in 1985 after an accident
left him partially paralyzed. He converted the first floor
of his house into a church which he called his Faith
Mission, and where he held Sunday services. The walls of his
Faith Mission were covered inside and out with hundreds of
paintings, mostly of women's faces and usually done on
salvaged plywood or cardboard. In 1993 his house was
demolished for an urban renewal project, but his wall murals
were saved. Rev. Johnson was also an accomplished musician
and composer (words to one of his songs below). His work has
appeared in many exhibitions and is in the permanent
collection of many museums including Asheville Art Museum
and the St. James Place Folk Art Museum. He passed away in
1998.
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Boy in Gray Suit 43 x 61 paint on cardboard $1,600 |
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Christ 36 x 28 paint on ply board $1,000 |
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Woman in Green 16 x 20 framed paint on artists board $950 |
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Christ Preaching in Boat 41 x 48 paint on plywood $2,000 |
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Log Cabin 9 x 12 paint on foam tray $400 |
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Jesus #1 paint on wood 17 x 32 $1,000 |
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Jesus #2 32 x 29 paint on wood $900 |
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Baptism 48 x 40 paint on wood $2,000 |
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Mary Magdelan 24 x 36 framed paint on cardboard $1,000 |
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Woman in Blue #1 24 x 24 $600 |
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Woman in Black #1 24 x 30 $600 |
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Woman in Blue #2 24 x 24 $600 |
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Woman in Black #2 24 x 24 $600 |
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Woman in Black #3 20 x 22 $600 |
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Woman in Black #4 24 x 26 $600 |
MY GOD DON'T LIKE IT
Composed by Rev. Anderson Johnson
So many people say they cut whiskey out,
But let them have a little wine,
But they get on a drunk every once in a while,
They must be drinking moonshine.
God don't like it,
I don't either,
It's a sin and a shame
So many people get on a drunk every once in a while,
Just to speak their sober mind,
But when they're caught up it is in a trap,
They put they blame on shine.
This country's going to be lost
If it keeps on the way it's going,
We can't have a church in town,
For the preachers all drinking moonshine.
The preacher went to the sisters house,
She asked him to rest his hat,
He began to laugh and grin,
Sister, tell me where your husbands at.
Some of these sisters in the churches
Used to wear their dresses so short
The people had to talk,
But now they're wearing them so long,
They can hardly walk.
I know you don't like my song,
I spoke my sober mind,
I won't take back a work I said,
Because I don't drink moonshine.
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