This has been a heavy year. Yet the apples are still turning red and the fungi in the woods continue to astonish me with color. I am amazed and appreciative of nature and its ability to be a grounding force in my life. A sense of re-emergence is happening.

Getting back on the horse, writing down my musings, and sending them out has felt bigger than a bread box. Yet it also feels important. Perhaps letting go of the pressure of feeling the need to have something worthy to say is part of the re-emergence process.

So my random Friday thoughts. Thoughts on life. Thoughts on art. Thoughts.​

Mom's are pretty special. Where's my heart right now? A friend once told me you never really truly understand what it is like to lose your mom until you lose your mom. I get it now. My apologies to every friend I didn't hug long enough, ask how they were doing often enough, touch base as time went by, sit by their side quietly, and so on. I get it now. It's amazing how we can continue to grow and learn no matter how much living we have done.

Just enjoying beauty is OK. What's moving me forward? I have always used my paintings to help process emotions. Yet I am coming to the conclusion that sometimes it is ok to paint flowers or landscapes or beautiful colors or llamas. Yes llamas. Earlier today I watched three young llamas play. It was delightful.

Everyone has a story. What's inspiring me right now? I have become fascinated with the fact that everyone has a story and we all gain from sharing and listening. At an art fair this summer, I asked everyone walking by to write what re-emergence feels like on my painting. What a gift to hear the stories. If you are close by, come write on my painting. It's waiting for your words.

Try something new. I took part in my first ever plein air competition this past weekend. I love painting outside when it is quiet, private and definitely no one watching. For the "paint out" (which was neither private nor quiet) I put a temporary tattoo on my arm, "I AM THE STORM," and jumped in. So. Much. Fun. Gotta remember to do stuff like that more often.

Goals work for me. How am I moving forward? Goals. Deep breaths and courage help me jump into my goals. Currently I am taking part in Oliver Art Center's 30/30 challenge for the month of August. It's my way of picking my paint brush back up daily. I have committed to 30 paintings in 30 days. Gulp. You can follow my process on Instagram and/or see the completed paintings on Daily Paintworks.
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Dwell in the good. I believe in art. I believe in people. I believe in the fact we need to make some radical changes in our world in order to continue on. That last sentiment can become destabilizing. So I breathe, paint, support the causes I believe in, shop locally, love my kids, don't stick my head in the sand, and try to figure out how to be the best human I can be. ​

That said, the owl painting above (Here I Am) will be part of Higher Art Gallery's Wings of Wonder exhibit raising funds to build the first Tribal Eagle Aviary and Rehabilitation Center East of the Mississippi River. The painting, Sandhill Cranes, was my donation to the Oliver Art Center's recent fundraiser. It was purchased and donated to the Raptor Resource Center in Iowa for their fundraiser.

Jumping back in. How am I re-emerging? A big part of me is sharing and teaching. And, fingers crossed, it's starting up again! I taught my first in-person workshop in over a year in July. It felt so good. As classes and workshops are slowly getting rescheduled, find my most up-to-date information on my website. Coming up quickly are classes at Oliver Art Center and Glen Arbor Arts Center this fall and North Carolina this spring (Kanuga).

​My art. Where is my art? My small paintings are available for purchase on Daily Paintworks. Once purchased, I will happily put them in the mail to you. If you are interested in a painting on my website, please email me directly. If it is in a gallery, I will put you in touch with them. And don't forget my self-paced online classes, Good Morning Creativity!, are always available.

Thank you to all. Please stay healthy and happy and creative.

My love to all,

Jessica 

Re-emergence (24x36) - a community project

I was struggling with how to start this note when an artist friend said, "I love how your art let's us peek into your heart." Words can be such a gift.

A peek into my heart....what a year of paradoxes! Somedays I want to hide. Then I look at the temporary tattoo on my wrist: "Be Present."

When I write and paint I start by asking myself: Where's my heart? Lately my heart has been grateful and fearful at the same time. I know I am not alone. 

For me, 2020 has produced a tension of wanting to be both seen and not seen; visible and invisible. I tried to capture this tension in the painting above, In/Visible.  Looking closely, you see me peeking out of the painting, with layers of thoughts written on top in white. The largest words are: Here I am. Though large, you have to look closely to see them. I find myself wanting people to see my art, wanting and needing community, wanting to fight for things I strongly believe in, and wanting to remain safely and quietly tucked away in my home in the woods. I don't believe I am alone in this dilemma.

From March through June, I taught online classes focused on finding beauty everywhere. Beauty in the chaos. Beauty in our fears. Beauty in the world. Beauty in being. 

I thought of the classes as helping to right ourselves during the midst of sheltering-in-place and our fears of the virus. Helping place focus on the beauty that surrounds us every day. Helping to see the loneliness and lack of hugs in a different light.
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We continued on, and I kept painting...while my daughter was sick...while my mom healed from her fall...while we moved out of our family home. My art and classes focused on the beauty of love, the beauty of health, the beauty of change. I taught. I painted. I intellectualized.

Then Zach called. "Mom, have you seen what is happening in Portland?" I turned on the news. I paid attention. And I put down my paintbrush. 

I give a lot of thought to my role as an artist and to the role of art in the world. Art can help people heal.  Seeing beauty everywhere in everything is powerful. ​

​Yet, it is also important to recognize, to see and to name the ugly side of humanity that surrounds us. To see the racism. To see the generations of pain that is surfacing. To see the unchecked violence of the police. To see the gassing of peaceful protesters. And to be outraged. To say loudly: black lives matter. I can't even pretend to see beauty in what is being done to human beings around me; my friends, my neighbors, the youth, the people.
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What is the role of the artist in these times? To document history? Help people find joy? Inspire people? Wake people up? Express collective emotion? All of the above?

​I put down my paintbrush trying to figure out the role I want to play. During this time, I have been told: "But people need pretty. People want to see pretty art. People need beauty." Yes, I agree. But enough is enough. Voices need to be heard. Change needs to happen.

I do still see beauty all around me. Beauty in the murals popping up in urban areas across the U.S.  Beauty in the street art. Beauty in the dancing during demonstrations. Beauty in the voices speaking out. Beauty in the strength and power of people. 

But I also see ugliness. Ugliness that is being made visible over and over and over again.

I know I need to pick up my paintbrush again. Right now it is easier to take paintings off my walls of my home as we move. To think. To listen. To reflect on my role in the problems and the solutions. To grow. To re-find beauty. To ponder how to make art that touches the heart while being an active citizen of this world.

Yet pondering is not enough. If you are asking, like I am, how can we do better as a society?, this comprehensive list of resources is worthy of close examination.  The list includes organizations to support, books to read, artists to follow and much more.

Seeing beauty isn't enough. There is too much at stake.
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Enough is enough.

From my heart to yours,

Jessica ​

I met Diana when I was 6 or 7. She was the older sister of one of my best friends in elementary school. We reconnected last month when I delivered a little wren to her. It was such a gift to sit on her couch, bond with her dog, and talk and reconnect after so many years. It is a gift I have found repeating itself over and over. I like to think of it as one of the powers of art - if we let it happen.  

I made the decision in November to start painting smaller and be more visible. I didn't make a decision to build community or reconnect with people but I had forgotten about the magical side of art. And that we all need community.

There is so much confrontation and disconnecting in the world right now. Everywhere. Yet a natural part about being human is connecting.

As an artist you put your heart out there for the world to see. It's vulnerable. Galleries feel safer. You can remain invisible. You bring your paintings in, set them down and leave. You don't interact with the buyer. You don't even know who the buyer is. If you have a good relationship with the gallery owner, your heart glows when you drop your paintings off - and then you run away. 

​It is a little like being a goldfinch. Flit in. Flit out. Maybe be a little showy and sun shiny in the moment. Then be gone.

Yet goldfinches also seek company. You rarely see a solitary goldfinch. But you often hear about the solitary artist.

I am a bit of a hermit. I rarely paint in groups. Being alone in my head is a big part of my creative process. I need to be able to hear my heart. 
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Yet I so enjoyed sitting at LouAnn's kitchen table, a friend I hadn't seen in years. Catching up while she purchased a painting for a cousin who just received good medical news was heartwarming. It brought me true joy to re-meet Jann who had taken a workshop from me years ago. And I loved dropping off a painting to a mutual soccer mom. All of these connections are real and matter.

What I have come to realize is we all have a drive for reconnection. In these polarizing times, we are searching for relationships. I believe we need meaning, purpose and connection for a happy life. That is a lesson art continually reteaches me.

​​My goal with my art is to engage. I want a person to look and think and feel when they see my paintings.

At the same time I have to take a deep breath before interacting in groups or even picking up the phone. My mom tells long stories about pulling me out from between her legs where I would hide as a little kid. My mother-in-law still jokes that I always bring a book to hide behind.

Yet I need people. Art helps me connect. I just have to continually relearn this lesson. 

I thank each and every one of you who is part of my community and allows me to be vulnerable. You are so important. I thank the magical side of art for continuing to reteach me these lessons. 

As always, you can find my smaller works available for purchase on Daily Paintworks. Once purchased, I will put them in the mail or hand deliver them (and say hello!) depending on where you live. If you are interested in a painting on my website, please email me directly. At this time of year, you can also find my paintings at Lansing Art Gallery, Shiawassee Arts Center and Be.Gallery in Ohio.

From my vulnerable heart to yours,

Jessica 

​"Our lives are shaped by our interactions with others.. (E)very interaction makes a difference. The results of our encounters are rarely neutral; they are almost always positive or negative. And although we take these interactions for granted, they accumulate and profoundly affect our lives." 

- Tom Rath & Donald Clifton (How Full Is Your Bucket)

​My closest friend called recently. She lives in California. I live in Michigan. Had I let her mom know about my recent holiday art sale? She wanted to see my new work and what I was putting together for the holidays. Oops.

I truly believe most artists are not naturally entrepreneurial. There's this sense that you are selling your soul. You hope your art will "speak for itself" and somehow sell itself. But, unfortunately, it doesn't really work that way.

Years ago I was challenged by an artist/mentor to think about why I paint. Mark suggested I draw a heart to represent my passion for painting, a star representing my desire for notoriety or fame, and a dollar sign for money. And then I had to decide what combination of these symbols represented my motivation. Three hearts? Three dollar signs? A heart, star and dollar sign?  What I decided made a difference on how I proceeded with my art. I had the hardest time with the exercise and still do. 

I am working hard on wrestling my muse into a form that works for me. I do believe I am savvy enough to figure out how to paint, help the world be a better place, and help pay my bills all at the same time. I have wonderful conversations with people who have purchased my art and told me they feel I have somehow magically been in touch with their emotions and put them down on canvas. The best compliment I can receive as an artist is that my art has touched someone. 

When I look around my house, there are things people created everywhere. And they bring me joy. I am grateful for all of the creative souls whose talents grace my house whether it be visual, musical, literary, food related, etc.  

I heard a very interesting question asked recently to artists who are sheepish about being creatives. "Do you want to live in a world without art? Do you want to win the fight against cancer and live without music, poetry, dance and great stories?" Oh my gosh no. My mom worked so hard this week to stay out of the hospital because she had tickets to see Aladdin at the theater. She was so happy listening to the music, watching the dancers, being out in the midst of art. And I was happy to share the evening with her.
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I share these thoughts obviously in the midst of the holiday season. I encourage you to shop locally, know that many artists struggle with the same emotions I am exploring. Their art contains a piece of them, a piece of their soul and a gift to the world. Go to your local art fairs just to take it all in - breathe in the goodness. Help them know that what they do matters. 

As I wrestle my muse, I am working on making my art more available to all. You can find my smaller works available for purchase on Daily Paintworks. Once purchased, I will put them in the mail or hand deliver them depending on where you live. If you are interested in a painting on my website, please email me directly. This time of year you can also find my work at Detroit Artist Market or Be.Gallery in Ohio. And my self-paced online classes, Good Morning Creativity!, are always available - wouldn't they make a wonderful gift for someone who wants to make art more a priority in the new year?

Thank you to everyone who has supported me. I appreciate you more than you can know.

May art, music, laughter, good books, good food, family, friends, love, good health and peace and prosperity all be part of your holiday season. 

My love to all,

Jessica 

Is there a magic elixir to remaining hopeful?

Years ago I worked for the Kellogg Foundation. On a daily basis I was inspired by and in awe of people working diligently to protect their drinking water. The majority were young professionals following their passions. I often pondered what happens when young activists burn out? How can I help my grantees stay motivated in their work? 

My curiosity lead me back to school. I asked these questions all the way through my doctoral program in adult education. Through my dissertation research I interviewed amazing environmentalists. I was gifted with being let into their inner thoughts, inner emotions. I was introduced to Mary Oliver's poetry during one of those interviews. I heard about hard fought battles and compromises and friendships and losses. But mostly I heard about hope.

Hope was the unifying theme. Remaining hopeful appeared to be a magic elixir to sustaining passion. 

I am not sure exactly what hope looks like. Yet I do believe we are all hungry for hope. 


Oddly enough in high school I had this stanza of Emily Dickinson's poem taped to my dashboard. My 17 year old self was hungry for hope.

Why bring this up now?

I often question as an artist how am I helping to protect the environment? 
How am I helping people remain hopeful?​

Every artist is going to play a different role in society.

I am not sure what my role is but I do know my commitment. I would like to provide a message of hope. 

There seems to be two ways I can do this. I can help celebrate the beauty and joy of the world around us or I can provide thoughtful critique to our political, economic and social systems. I seem to flip back and forth. Perhaps that is necessary.

I want my art to connect with people’s emotions. Recently I have gone back to painting nature. Every time I paint a crane or cardinal or pine tree I feel a bit calmer, at ease, gentle. And ready to protect the world I love. If my paintings can help others feel the same way, then perhaps I am doing my small part in providing hope.

With love to all.

Jessica

​​"Self-care means giving yourself permission to pause." ~ Cecilia Tran

Three years ago I received an unexpected phone call. Would I be willing to be an artist-for-hire for a friends' weekend up north? It was for a retreat of a close group of women. They annually rent a house, bring in good food and do art. Would I be willing to join them and lead them in art activities?

I'd met them in a workshop. I didn't know them well and I am inherently shy. It is the oddest thing. I love people. I love teaching. Yet it always requires taking a deep breath to go in front of a group. 

When a door opens, walk through it, right? A group of women who want to do art for 3 days in northern Michigan - what could possibly go wrong? Actually, a lot of bad scenarios existed in my overly active imagination. 

Yet, a door opened on a new experience AND life is meant to be lived. 

So I said yes. It was wonderful. Fully absolutely wonderful.

​We created art from Thursday evening through Sunday afternoon. They kept up with me and reveled in it. Our pajamas became our art clothes. We were a mile from Lake Michigan in February. Think ice, snow, and below freezing temps. By Saturday late afternoon I had to go for a run. I ran to the beach for the sunset and suggested they pick me up - to at least SEE the outdoors. 

​I tell you all this to give you insight to something I then put on my bucket list: To create an annual retreat for women focused on art, laughter, friendship, rejuvenation, good food, nature and being present in the moment.

Then I met Betty Gauthier, a sound therapist (think singing bowls and reverberating gongs). I would call her a "sound artist." We were at a funeral of a mutual dear friend and instantly connected. Betty is soft spoken, kind, authentic. Somehow our conversation took a turn to our joint desire to host a women's weekend retreat. An idea was birthed.

An here we are, walking through an open door.

June 2020 - over my birthday weekend - we are hosting our first annual Women's Well-being Retreat at the Inn at the Rustic Gate in Big Rapids, MI - an absolutely delightful Inn that was originally a dairy farm. My bucket list dream to help create a weekend of art, laughter, nature and relaxation, is being launched. I am thrilled.
 
Everyone should do something in life that takes you out of your comfort zone, right? 

Want to celebrate my birthday with me?  Think recharge, rest, create. What could be better? We are purposefully keeping the group small, so don't hesitate. I want you to join us.

Love to all!

Jessica