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These horses could not have had more different starts to life. The grey one is named Pistol. He comes from a desired bloodline in Canada and you can trace his lineage back for generations. He is a goofball and made me laugh several times during our short visit! The sorrel horse is named Sky. You may have noticed her beautiful heritage mark on her neck. She was a wild mustang captured in Warm Springs Oregon. There is no birth certificate for her and only speculation as to who her mother is. I recognized her beautiful heart right away and learned she has a special fondness for cows :) But guess what? After all that and their differences these horses ended up here. They ended up in Cle Elum Washington together with each other and a family who adore them! No matter what their future adventures entail they will forever be capsuled in this moment right here. Pistol and Sky, together you are a shooting star and I marvel at your beauty, specialness and your bond. After I was partway through this painting this one I had a request. I wanted to meet these horses. It was a dream when I pulled up to the house with the final painting and saw them right there. I have missed being around horses! I miss their feel, the nuzzles, their smell! I was offered to come back and ride them one day and you can bet I would be chomping at the bit to do that. Thank you Jenny for the opportunity to paint these beautiful gentle sweethearts, it was a privelage! - Out of stock
Take a walk with me, but don’t say anything. Away from the sounds of the cars and the people and the buzz of electricity. Into a forest where you won’t get lost but rather find something you were looking for. I was looking for a place to escape. A place where there were no obligations or time frames or worries. I needed to take a step back, to look up and see where I was and where I was going rather than just focus on the ground I was stepping on. I knew I needed a forest and I knew it needed sunrays. Sunrays to me make me feel in awe of beauty. Nothing calms me down faster than the beauty of nature. It reminds me of priorities, of love and sacrifice, and goals of contentment. Take a step back with me and stop looking at the ground. Look UP and soak in the feeling that that gives you. - Out of stock
When I was 15 I got the chickenpox, and I got them bad. They were everywhere and they left scars I still see everyday on my face and shoulders. During those two weeks I remember three good things vividly. My mom bought me my favorite ice cream from Baskin Robbins, my friend Rachel delivered to me some homemade herbed braided bread, and I was introduced to Anne of Green Gables. I do not remember if the book or the 1985 series with Megan Follows came first but it doesn’t matter to me. More visible than the scars on my face is the impression this story had on me. I related to Anne’s distracted imagination and her big feelings. The ability to be boundlessly happy and later in the depths of despair. I related to her trying to hide her feelings but not being able to. And I absolutely became a helpless romantic, longing for my own love story one day and hoping I wouldn’t push it away as she did. More than any of these things, I fell in love with the idea of Prince Edward Island. The way the Author described this place made me long to be there, and to live in a place with wide open spaces and fields filled with tall grass and glowy evenings. I never knew if I’d be able to go or if it would live up to what I had in my mind. It did. It was everything I had hoped it would be and I got to go there with the love of my life. It’s a day I will always remember and so this painting will serve as the feeling memory for me. The feeling that a dream come true. A feeling so big it didn’t fit inside of me, and I had to twirl. - Out of stock
Where are you from? Where do you live? Where is home for you? That last question is different from the first two. We often stay somewhere because of work, family ties, or practicality. But without that, where would home be for you? With so many places in the world and personalities among people I imagine it’s different for everyone. Let me know where you think home is for you, and why. This painting is home for one couple. San Juan Island, Washington. This painting was a gift from a couples grown children, for their 33rd anniversary. A gift that celebrates the waves of time and where both have taken them. Time well spent and dreams realized. The husband is a 5th generation islander and his wife says she’ll never leave. I love that this painting celebrates the passing of time, the love that has kept them afloat, and the waves that brought them back to this island. Such a perfect representation of a life together in a place that is home. - Out of stock
The house was dark except for the enchanting flicker of candlelight. Besides the crackling of the fire (and distant sound of a neighbors generator) the house was silent. When we first lose power I feel a sense of dread. How long will it be? How will I cook? How will I see? How will I entertain myself? Then about 30 minutes into it everything settles down. Things get a calm and unrushed feeling. That's when I opened up this canvas to start my very first Oil & Watercolor painting. Filled with anticipation and excitement I prepped the canvas and lit another candle. This painting was started in December 2022 and it was finished a month later. During this time I was contemplating a change in my life. One I knew I needed to make but felt I may lose my nerve to make it. Now being on the other side I am so glad I found my courage. This reminded me of how I feel when we first lose power. Uneasy, unsure how I'll cope. But soon, you settle into it. You find a newfound light from within yourself. In honor of the way this painting started I also kept a candle burning during every minute of brushstrokes. A powerful painting, with a name full of meaning. I hope you are able to feel it too. This painting is a representation of Mt. Si, reflecting on Mill Pond in Snoqualmie, WA. - Out of stock
Have you ever wondered what it must be like to wander? Without worry about where you're going or whether or not you are lost? Without worry about getting back to your responsibilities or checking in with someone. I rarely do because I like to feel grounded and safe, but sometimes I long for it. I wonder what it must be like to get off the trail and forge a new path. To make your own way. I painted this scene without a lot of preplanned ideas in mind. I let my brush wander. I set no timeline in when it would get finished. The result was what looks like an untouched land. Maybe so untouched that no one else has ever even laid their eyes on it before. As my brush made it's way through this scene, I wonder who's home it will make it's way to? - Out of stock
Walking into a forest I feel a great sense of calm and wonder. Like I'm walking into someone else's world, and yet they're welcoming me. A world full of wisdom and lessons learned. One lesson I always feel strongly is that of time. A forest is full of evidence that time is a real thing. You see tall old trees. Ones that have seen a lifetime come and go and yet they're still standing. You see a young sapling that's just made it through it's first winter. So little and yet already reaching for the sky. And then you see the plants that come and go, and come back again, like the trillium for example. Each year is new and yet each year is a repeat. These things, while combined, made me think of life and time and how intertwined they are. We need the old, the new, and the repetitive. When brought together they beckon to be appreciated. While the original painting has been sold. Prints may be a possibility in the future. - Out of stock
Spring is a beautiful time around the pacific northwest. Many people in Washington, including myself, look forward to when the cherry blossoms bloom. It's as if they appear out of no where and just when you needed to see them. They are even more set off when they are paired with a stormy sky. They bloom throughout the unpredictable weather, and through the storms. This year, these flowers reminded me of a little girl I know. A little girl who throughout this past year showed how beautiful her flowers were. They were always there but amidst a storm they popped with the most abundant beauty. This little girl has shown me how to smile despite disappointment, to accept reality and roll with it, how to be kind to everyone, and, how to bloom through it. - Out of stock
I don't know what it is about Highland Cows that have me so smitten. Is it that big soft nose? That felty long shaggy hair? Or the eyes, that despite being hidden behind the forest of fur they still feel like they're peering into your heart? I'm not sure, but I do know that somehow the combination of these things left me aching to paint one. Not a whole herd, just one. One strong lone cow. As I painted him I tried to give him a name and thought a few but none quite fit. To help I imagined we had spent a day together. We talked about what he liked to do, his favorite place in the forest (a field that blooms buttercups, but don't tell the ladies that!), and his favorite branch to rub his horns on. Still no name. Until the day I met Angus. A single lone Highland Cattle living on a local farm along with his newly beloved family. Angus is showing his strength by overcoming his shyness and his family chose him to join theirs. The name Angus actually means "One" or "Choice" and after I learned that I knew that not only was the real Angus named absolutely perfectly, but I knew I had found the name for my Angus too. - Out of stock
I was in a slump. I was tired and burnt out and hadn't painted anything, anything, in over a month. "Paint something" my husband said. I went to my studio, unwrapped a panel, and got out my phone to look for a reference photo. Today, I was searching for space. Something that felt roomy and uncramped. I did not want to feel closed in. This warm and calming reference photo was what drew me in, and without overthinking anything I simply started laying paint on the surface. As it glided along with ample water and smooth brushstrokes, I felt my hands lead my head into a calmer space. A place where no sound can be heard except for the gentle strums of my husband's guitar and the grass beneath my feet. - Out of stock
The word "Hush" is one of the most beautiful ways to usher in quietness, don't you think? To me it is a soothing reassurance that it's time to rest. That the work is done and now it's time to be surrounded in warmth, safety and love. This time of year I long to hear and feel the hush. The hush that is ushered in during a fall storm. The hush that's heard in the rustling of trees and a crackling warm fire at the end of the day. This scene embodies all my feelings I start to have this time of year. Warmth along with darkness, calm waters amongst a storm, and a warmth glowing from the love found inside. - Out of stock
Journey By Laura Thorpe Our world is a canvas The paint is our life To your music I dance Knowing I am your wife. A road we’ve traveled So many miles below Yet the road is clear There’s more blessings in stow. A rainbow of mountains Way off in ahead. The moon illuminates What we’ll do instead. Each star is a memory Each bump overcome All I need is you And I know that I’ve won. Drive on we will go However long it takes I’ll be by your side No matter the stakes. Two lanes, one direction A journey no doubt You make it worthwhile You’re what it’s all about.
