Jennifer Rowlands

I found a painting very similar to this in a store and I just LOVED it. But, being the DIY person that I am, I decided to do it my own way. I had a large, open wall in my living room. Now, this painting fills that space. I still enjoy looking at it (as long as I don't look too long and find things I want to change!).

This is the painting that returned me to the art world. I can’t remember now what got me started. I think a friend of mine had started painting and I said, “Hey! I should give that a try.” And here we are.

This painting was donated to be auctioned off. The story of this one is deep. Brace yourself. I painted this after a long couple of weeks. One of those times when you just wish you could not worry about anything or not care that all the things you want to accomplish simply aren't happening. Its a reminder to myself what life is like with and without those feelings. Feelings are color. Without them we live in black and white.

(That was really serious. I'm going to take a break and go do something silly with my kids now.)

This painting was a bit spur of the moment. It was for a friend of mine who was going through a big change in her life. The dragonfly—at least here—represents freedom. I wanted to give her something to remind her of her bravery and strength. 

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I donated this painting and it was auctioned off. I hope the home it found is happy with it! When I started out with these four canvases, all I knew was that the background would be a blue mix, and that there would be a moon. It wasn’t until I started that I decided to paint dandelions. It wasn’t until I started painting the dandelions that I learned how to paint dandelions. Once the painting was done, I realized I had made a mistake. I hadn’t meant to form a hole of blue in the middle of the dandelions on the right. Nor did I intend on making that hole look like a heart. I guess it all works out in the end.

It seems the paintings I like the least are the ones others truly enjoy. What you see here is not at all what I intended with this painting. This is a clear example of what happens when the 'muses', we'll say, have a plan of their own. The same thing happens when writing. I love being surprised when I read, but its even more fun to be surprised when I'm writing.

This painting started out with an off-white background, brown branches, white flowers, and a few random blue birds. It wasn't right. It took me a while to figure out what to do with it. In fact, the catalyst was a friend of mine looking at my recent paintings and pointing out that I had been using a lot of blues. That's when I decided this painting needed to be green. The fuchsia was chosen while I was picking out paints, though at the time I didn't know why I picked that color. When I was nearly done with the white flowers, I realized what that color was for. That is when the bird and small detail in the flowers were born. This is so different than what it started out to be. I have fallen in love with this painting. I'm not sure I could ever part with it.

I don’t like red. It seems like an angry color to me. Still, I had to paint this. It was on my mind and I had to get it out. Once I did, I liked it, but it had to go. This painting is now in the home of someone more bold than, who appreciates the painting as it is.

What started this painting was the green background. At one time, sage was my favorite color. That time has passed, but the background color you see here is what started this whole painting. I had no idea what this was going to be until it was done. This painting was donated to a fundraiser and claimed by a woman who was very excited to take ownership of it.

I had to go out and run some errands the night I painted this. This is a regular sunset that captures my attention every time I see it. I had to get it down in paint so I could see it anytime.

This painting was in my head for a while. I love hydrangeas. Someday I hope to fill my front garden with them. They look like a swarm of tiny butterflies all huddled together. When this was finished, it was suggested to me that I add yellow. At first, I was appalled by the idea. The more I thought about it, though, the more I began to see what the painting could be. I want to keep this one as it is, but I may create a sister painting with the yellow. For now, I’m curious to see where this might go.


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