I met Rodney White a few years ago and I’ve always been amazed by his skill and clarity of vision. He is sort of an old soul. You get that when you speak to him. I sense, also, that when I look at his work, it’s from a different time. White makes work that he purposely distresses to look worn and weathered. When he was six, he found a box of scrap paper in the back of a kindergarten classroom. And the rest is history. Today, White is an artist whose work is painted mostly on wood panels, hybrid compositions of the things he loves: typography, numerology, his own poetry, and vintage advertising.