stories

story seeds

Posted by on Mar 23, 2015 in painting, show, stories, writing | 2 comments

Earlier this month I traveled to Albuquerque, NM for an arts festival. As I prepared my pieces for display, I tried to figure out how I could inject a little more story into my paintings. And so I decided to write a few lines that I would print on the back of the 2.5″x4.5″ title/price tags. These would be story seeds, words to stir the imagination, a few lines to trigger the mind of the viewer.

Well, they ended up inspiring me as well. These lines, written in haste, almost as an afterthought, have helped me (once again) to see that writing is not this massive and unmanageable undertaking.

And so I’m writing. I’m taking a couple weeks off painting (so my Instagram feed is going to be quiet for a time) and I’m going to get a story or two out that I can turn into a picture book. In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite story seeds and the images they accompany.

stella frees the stars

stella frees the stars

“I hope I’m not too late,” Stella whispered. “How long will it take to find your places again?” After a moment she added, “We need you, you know. Father can’t find his way home without you.”

fox girl

fox girl

She liked the hat because it looked good with her coat. And it was warm. And it helped her see in the dark and hear the whispers of the animals in the forest.

ellen and the owl

ellen and the owl

“I think you will find,” said the owl, “that we have gone farther than you could possibly imagine.”

“I doubt it,” said Ellen. “I have a very active imagination.”

“Tell me,” said the owl, “do you recognize these stars?”

 

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september 17, 2014 – the unraveling – part iii

Posted by on Sep 17, 2014 in stories, the unraveling | 2 comments

The Unraveling – Part III 

Correine sat on the cold ground at the top of the cliff that overlooked the sea. In her hand she held the fragment of sky that had first floated down. It was so thin, almost like a snakeskin, and she could see her fingers through it. A loud ripping sound caused her to look up once again to the sky above. It was steadily coming undone, tearing apart like rotting fabric, slowly billowing in the roaring gale. The Unraveling. The very end of things. It was happening just as the Oracle had said.

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august 14, 2014 – the unraveling – part ii

Posted by on Aug 14, 2014 in stories, the unraveling | 6 comments

The Unraveling – Part II

Correine awoke to the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain spattering on her window. She lay still in the early morning darkness, gathering her thoughts. As she watched the drops of water trickle down the panes, Correine decided that she could wait no longer. She would go to the Oracle, despite the risks, to confess and ask her question.

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august 1, 2014 – the beginning

Posted by on Aug 1, 2014 in ellen, painting, stories, the unraveling, writing | 10 comments

the boy and the ships

the boy and the ships

Today marks the beginning of a new journey for my family. I am stepping into the world of creative work in which I will attempt to paint and write for a living. I am excited for this opportunity to use the language of Image and Story to stir the imagination, to talk about what I see in the world, and to challenge how we think.

I have several projects that I’m working on that I’ll be sharing with you as they develop.

You may have seen the beginning of one of them already: Part I of The Unraveling, a three part short story that I’ve posted earlier. You can find it by clicking on The Unraveling tab. Look for Part II soon!

Other projects that you’ll hear about:

  • An Ellen picture book that’s in the works
  • Storybird
  • Christmas cards

Thanks for reading!
j

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july 11, 2014 – the unraveling – part i

Posted by on Jul 11, 2014 in stories, the unraveling | 5 comments

The Unraveling – Part I

There was nothing to indicate that this day was different from any other. Gusts of wind whistled outside and now and then yellowing leaves spun past the window to drift against the house. Branches from the elm brushed against the eaves and fragmented the light that pooled on the table. Sitting here, near the stove, it was warm and comfortable. In the distance the clock tower slowly rang three times. There was nothing that pointed to it being different at all. But it was different, and Correine knew it, and had known it from the moment she awoke that morning.

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december 9, 2013

Posted by on Dec 9, 2013 in painting, stories | 0 comments

the black horizon iconHere’s the story that goes with my new painting, The Black Horizon.

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