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My journey into the world of art began by watching Mom. She could work magic with a bit of paint and a brush. I was fascinated by how she could transform a flat blank canvas into a beautiful work of art. Now, several years later, I'm continuing in the footsteps I followed as a child watching Mom. Thanks for your inspiration and guidance!!!!



"If you don't try - you won't know you can...." Marie (Mom) Janssen






Friday, April 28, 2017

Update of Untitled Beach Painting

Here is the update.  The sky is finished and working on the waves crashing on the beach.  This has proven to be quite a difficult piece.  Thanks for looking!!!

(Untitled Beach Scene)
40 x 30

I have been contemplating including a runner, but it just didn't look right.  So, maybe some footprints indicating that someone ran passed this place as the sun was rising......???

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

What's on my easel???

After taking several months off, I started painting again.  Here is what is on my easel this week.


The sky is almost finished, and working on the surf and beach.  Contemplating adding a runner ... ???  The reference for this photo was taken by C Tann Starr in the 2017 Run the Year group.  Thanks C!!!

Thanks for looking.  Let me know what you think - add a runner or not?

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Snow Quite - Finished Painting

Oh my.......  I realized that I hadn't posted the finished painting "Snow Quiet".  So - here it is (a year later)  Funny how time flies.


"Snow Quiet"  (40 x 30)


And a poem by Robert Frost to accompany my painting ........................  Enjoy

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.