Tuesday, February 02, 2016


My first entry of the year with already one month gone.  This February day is cold but not bitterly so.  I sit at a tiny table on the patio, writing in a composition notebook and basking in the intermittent rays of sun while strong northerly gusts sting my face.  Winter is considered bleak, but I have not seen the bleakness often described.   Instead, I find myself relishing the serenity of my surroundings.  The last months of the year pass by in such a blur, but January gives the soul a chance to simply be, lulled by a gentle repose of nature.   Nature sleeps and I gather a renewed strength from the quiet reflection and meditation of Winter's world.  And I paint on...

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Magic of Christmas...

is in the anticipation - searching for that perfect gift for someone, the exciting unknown of wrapped presents under the tree,  preparations made for spending time with those you love, and wondering if that chill in the air will bring snow. I venture through December's days trying to savor even the smallest moments and wishing time would somehow slow down just a little.

Today the cold bare landscape seems at its most peaceful to welcome the winter solstice. During these final weeks of 2015, may your days be filled with joy and the beauty of the season surround you...

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

A Very Belated

It has been quite some time, in fact, many months since I visited this place. To be honest, I have started several posts, only to abandon them almost as soon as I began to write.

The last half of 2014 was busy, and I busied myself preparing for trips and teaching, so it was easy to sort-of ignore this blog space. After returning home, there were the holidays to occupy me.  As days passed, I began to wonder how I would ever explain my absence...

Last summer, as I continued struggling with grief from my mother's unexpected passing, I started mulling over an idea. Perhaps, I needed a sabbatical. I shared my thoughts with my husband in September.  Thankfully, he was supportive and thought it was good for me to take a breather.

As 2015 approached, I became more and more excited about a whole year to just paint, rest, and reflect. However in the beginning I felt drained, all I could think about was wrapping the repose of winter around a weary self. I spent time inside a warm home cooking comfort foods, catching up on reading, and doing housework to occupy my days. Then a cloud of guilt and fear settled in. I was not sure if I wanted to share with anyone that I was on sabbatical, worried I might not be missed.  I also felt bad having abandoned my business, which was something I had worked so hard to build. I found it difficult to unwind and just let go, which next brought an unwelcome state of creative paralysis with occasional tears.  All these years, I had been so driven by my next to-do that when there wasn't any must-do, I literally did not know what to do!

Luckily, I have time...   Time to just BE!  Only now am I starting to experience a return of my creative self.

As for the remainder of the year, I will continue to operate at a slower pace, intentionally allowing space for personal time and creative endeavors with moments to ponder thoughts on how I want to approach the future.  I will check-in from time to time, as I have art or news to share. Thank you, one and all, for your support and may I also wish you a very belated Happy New Year.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Tender Moments

Longing to sharing a few tender moments, I sat perched on a stool in the laundry room, my gaze transfixed by the unfolding of moments out a small window.  I have carefully listened every morning for the sound of their voices, and have waited until just now to create a memory of their visit.  

Watching them, I knew it would be soon.  And so it was.... they took their leave, today.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

One Last Gift From Mom

Every summer starting around the time I was eight years old until entering high school, my mother  would spend hours reading to my sister and I.

Even on hot days, the three of us would camp out under a shade tree in the backyard lounging on aluminum-style lawn chairs, as mom regaled the entire Little Women series by Louisa May Alcott.  I enjoyed these moments, listening to my mother's soothing voice, and daydreaming my way through the adventures of Jo March and her family.

I think of this fond childhood memory even more so now, since my mom passed away last year. Although not a mother myself, this Mother's Day I was lucky enough to receive a very special gift.

Over many months, my family has been sorting and passing along old photos, and miscellaneous treasured items belonging to mom.  Although I have received some cherished mementoes, there was still one thing I longed to have, that precious set of books read to me every summer.

But after searching high and low, several times, the books were no where to be found, and my father began to think mom had donated them long ago.  And as time wore on, I also began to lose hope, thinking my dad's hunch just might be right.

However just recently, my sister was cleaning the very back of a large closet, even though it was a space that had already been searched.  Through her persistence, she uncovered a box hidden by a mountain of old magazines. Inside the box were the very books thought to be lost forever.

My sister had planned to surprise me with a package in the mail, but could not keep her discovery a secret.  Call me crazy or superstitious, but I believe the timing serendipitous, perhaps to coincide with the Mother's Day holiday, or perhaps just a simple reminder of a mother's love and one last gift from mom.

* Photos Courtsey of Christa Nall

Monday, April 14, 2014

Reasons To Celebrate!

This week I have several exciting happenings to celebrate!  Not only am I commemorating another birthday, but I am also heralding the debut of my new gift line, Janie's Woods by Mudlark/Madison Park Group.

I am always proud of the retail products I lend my artworks to, but I am especially thrilled with this giftware, as each piece is of the highest quality.  It is also very special to me because the collection is named, as a tribute, after my late mother.

Sometime amidst sorrow and despair, there are glimmers of light and hope.  Mudlark/Madison Park Group gave me the opportunity to do what I do best, make art.  Instead of focusing on the pain and loss of a kind gentle soul, I am celebrating my mom through this collaboration with two really wonderful manufacturers. They have helped me to create a lasting dedication, bring attention to my mother's life and her battle with cancer.  Now, I have the opportunity to share with the world the essence of her radiant soul, which served as inspiration for these beautiful pieces.

The collection is truly incredible with such a wonderful selection of items. I have pictured only a few in this post.  I hope you will consider purchasing pieces as gifts for someone or for yourself.  They are sure to compliment any decor.  Look for the Janie's Woods collection in local retail shops, department stores, or purchase on-line.

My sincerest thanks goes to everyone involved in this project from Mudlark/Madison Park Group.  I have been blessed by your expertise, wisdom, and caring.  And thank you, dear reader... for your continued support of artists.  It is through you spreading the word to others and purchasing our treasures that we have reasons to celebrate!

Friday, April 04, 2014

Persistent Impulses

I continue to find myself drawn...  over and over again to the land, with very strong inclinations to further explore this subject.  The art workshop I participated in last week left me energized, and my creative juices are still boiling over.  So, I have begun to act on the persistent impulse by following some good advice given by instructor, Marla Baggetta.  Currently, I am gathering resource images for my next piece, and making ready a space in my studio to create with Pastel.

I love this quote Marla shared with the students on the final day... Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan 'Press On' has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.

-Calvin Coolidge 

(* The artwork shown was created in class, and is a composition inspired by Marla Baggetta's 100 Various Series.)