Hello again, Bring a cup of Coffee and Join Me, it's been awhile.

Thanks for taking a sit, I have been treading water to answer the global question, "Where'd she go?"

Ha!

Had to move twice, dealt with the fires of recent in So Cal, all the other stuff is stuff that happens when you move so if you've moved you get it.  If you haven't, hope you don't move, it can be rough.

Oh and I created three Instagram accounts, ("Of course she did,") I can hear someone saying, and have been busy posting my world to the world and loving it. Two are devoted to me, (@drawisaid & @jpdenyer) focusing on my metopmorphsis into my art, one personal one more business like; the third is a magical company (@cirquainc) that makes water for anything you need water for in the food service and pet industry, espeially coffee tea and now the cannibis world.

Other cliff-notes include real JP Denyer paintings is up for sale, on line, at Etsy, Art Finder and in the real touchy feely world, Hueneme Medical in Port Hueneme, CA; here I sold a beauty, the Turtle!

And...

You can now buy a JP Denyer painting morphed on a wide variety of commercial products via Zazzle.com . My brilliant leap into the marketing of my art closed out last year with zest and fun, do go have a look and of course, get yourself a gift!


So I'm going to go and play more pour paintings. I did these last night and I liked it. Ta ta for now...

 

 

Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

Michael's Class - October

Oh my God.

As the year is now ending and I am still working, painting, feeding, surviving, petting buddy and now unpackin, after I post this, I might start drawing ... this year has been a really different year for me.  Bet everyone is feeling something strong right about now.  I surely can't be alone in my feelings.

Painting has shown to me to be the inner core that fills my spine and while I NEED TO ALWAYS BE PAINTING ... the experiment I did recently, due to the circumstances in my life, truly did not return the answer I was hoping for; in fact it flopped in one direction and was an real eyeopener in another.

However, as expeiments go, this experiement was what it was.  In the land of Zen, and also knowiung I don't know what is around the bend, cause I am not psychic, Zen-like angels are pushing bolders out of my path as best they can, because the Universe has been keeping my spiritual guides very busy since July following our yearly vacation to Comic Con. It has been and still is a bit of a nightmare. Getting better, but just not at scream-mo mode. Phew!

With the election, the Presidental candidate - elect, the protests, the huge amount of social media flooding the system, my world has gotten a wee bit quieter, just a little bit.  I have been forced out of my warm and comfy cave, something I don't like. Caves are nice, especially mine.

Michael's Class - November 2016

Here are some paintings I have done while painting and teaching classes at Michael's in Camarillo. recently.

 I feel the sleepy moves being put on my time - something else I don't like., which means I may dump  my desire to start the drawings in my head for a kids book I got hired to do and go to bed...

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Michael's Class - October 2016

Michael's Class - October 2016

Michael's Class - November

Who am I?

Yes, that's correct, who am I?

In July of 2015, I became a teacher for Michael's Crafts, Fine Arts Teacher, the Camarillo Store.


Since that journey, I have discovered how much fun I love to paint, selling three of these startup paintings and giving one away to my cousins. I found my Daughter created me a fantastic Facebook page (JP Denyer Artist), devoted to this new opportunity.


I've created a foundation of paintings as a result & I think more & more about how much fun I am having, painting.
Today I discovered two of the four planets are no longer in retro-grade, intuition is on the rise, & it's a great time to ask soul searching questions.

So here are some painting of recent & with this Memorial Day weekend upon me (and everyone), I look forward to my creativity happening.

The art in me seems to ooze out to others

     So I have been painting and teaching classes for a popular craft store in Camarillo, CA.  The piece shown here was a free painting class I held recently for a free class night, unaware I had stepped so far out of the box (corporate world) by doing this painting, it was still an amazing night of color and exploration.
     Four women, one collective thought, paint something beautiful and explore the soul of art all in two hours; the posted picture here is mine. I am so in love with art.
     I started the night trying desperately to get past a lingering emotion, one I have been drifting back and forth with allowing time to temper the feeling, one day this feeling will go away. When my evening was over, I had this beautiful painting, a much better mood and knew I had found my happy place.  Then I returned for the second evening -  free drawing class, the same four women returned, however one came bearing a gift.
     She was my newest student and had left the night before, inspired from the free painting class. Her time with me filled her head with words and she explained she was a poet.  She said she was compelled to write her poem all down and add it to my painting, then wrapped it all in a frame and presented it to me hat night.  I was blown away.  Took everything out of me to not burst into tears while reading the beautiful words she wrote to the other three woman in the class.  I am still warmed by her kindness and thoughts.
     So I have done my job I guess. I love this painting, it is filled with much goodness and now has a beautiful poem as part of its soul. While it is not an original thought is is an interpretation of another's work filled with beautiful colors and tranquil moments to gaze upon.
     So here are the other ladies paintings and the poem. Enjoy.

Peace and love always.

What if you weren't living the life you imagined when you were 20?

As I sit here on Labor Day weekend, pondering as I usually do everyday, cleaning up emails, my life and much more, I came across this feeling of not being the "special snowflake" I imagined I should have been by now or as viewed from the eyes of a much younger person, back in the day. I remember fear struck in me when in Junior College, attending an art history class, as I learned about Grandma Moses, who achieved her fame in her late 70's I believe.  My first thought as a young 20 year old, was never wanting this to happen to me.  I desired reaching my goals far earlier in life. However, so far, looks like Grandma Moses has a stronger hold on my achievements than previously wanted by me, for me.

From that moment to now, I have been humbled by a karmic history I still have yet to understand, one that bites at my heels like a junk yard dog, injuring my journey, slowing down the momentum. In reflecting daily on the feeling I might not understand the whys of my karma, nor be able to correct this karma, even though I try very hard everyday to do just that, it does not feel like it is working yet. This karma, is mine to own and is baffling, however I am learning the value of old words with less satisfactory solutions, i.e. the repeating of the word, acceptance.  Saying the word "acceptance", and doing daily mantras to fixing my ills, my life struggles with my artistry are quite revealing, albeit difficult for me to live within the narrow boundaries my box provides. Given the less than expansive domain of my personally designed creative box of fun, this too affects how well I understand my karmic life. But I try, for I am tenacious, I also have a never give up type of personality and seem to continually find ways to move my life along. I straighten my shoulders, comply with how the world is different from what I remember it looked like when I was 20 and go forward, with hope, always hope, just like Pandora and her box of curiosity.

So, if you are inclined, follow me, like me, support me, champion me, or better yet, hire me.  Of what life is left in front of me, a personality test I took last night, thinks I am 38 years old, where I prefer to stay locked in at 23 years old, my personal favorite age to be. Both ages are far below where I am now chronologically, I still push forward with my life and its changes, happy trails to us all.

A View From A Plane Window

So the story continues, through challenges to my psyche, to survive the 8-4 job, stay employed and then channel everything into a painting.  Painted directly from paint tube to canvas, this came out of my world this week.  From an image I saw on my cache of images I have taken I extrapolated it into this "View From A Plane Window" there is a small city below.

This piece is an original concept, Not from a warm up exercise I am doing to train my thoughts on how to use acrylics wisely, in two hours and be done. Those are the replications of great artists, individuals I feel have reached that goal or at least an interpretation (like my stuff so far).  And when asked, yes it is for sale, so ask me.

BEEN PAINTING MY BUDS

This was a warm up exercise painted from another's art found on the internet

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Painting these 9" x 12" canvases to attract students to the Michael's Stores Classes I teach - here are the remaining dates in August: 19th, 24th, 26th & 31st, (5-7 PM)!

So we can this or something else....see you at Michael's in Camarillo, CA!!!