Jessalyn Claire Studios
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About the Artist

 
 

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Today is Earth Day. To celebrate, we sat in the grass, reused empty plastic eggs as sensory toys in a box of rice, laid on the ground and watched leaves dance over a blue sky, thumbed through our new wildflower field guide, watched a @johnmuirlaws nature drawing video, drew some nature, talked to a neighbor about our garden and listened to the birds. Now that I think about it, it seems like everyday could be Earth Day. What are you doing today to enjoy our earth?
It’s a good day to create. #createsomething #creativeday #playtime #timetocreate #creativelife #artistlife #livethelittlethings #postitfortheaesthetic #maketime #maketimeforart
My first oil pastel, in the style I currently employ, was a chickadee. I was not very satisfied with the end result and tucked it away in a drawer to be forgotten. But it was through a series of events that could arguably be linked directly to that painting that my book, Little Birder, came to be. I have learned that good things in life do come intimately connected to things that don’t seem to have much worth at the time. Can you look back and draw the lines between unpleasant things and things you value most today? www.jessalynclairestudio.etsy.com
May your back-to-work-day be fruitful, whatever it looks like for you. What does your Monday look like? #mondaymonday #creativevibes #womenwhowork #artofinstagram #artislife #artistlife #flowerlover #etsyart #etsyseller #workmom #doitfortheprocess #oilpastels
Among the photos that I recently lost was a brief time on camels in the Thar desert of Rajasthan, India. We still laugh about sleeping on sand dunes, even though the still desert turns to windstorms at night. We climbed our bedding to the near-peak of a small dune, while the camels and their guides slept at a distance in the flat dirt, safe from the shifting dunes. We barely slept, as sand that the wind turned to tiny needles, pelted our faces and crept into our sleeping bags despite how tightly we held them shut. Any fabric that wasn’t anchored screamed as the wind cracked it like a whip. We sleeplessly waited for the dawn and finally emerged with grit in our teeth and scratchy eyes, amused to find that we each thought the other had been comfortably asleep while we waited out the sunrise. It was wonderfully miserable. Even still, as a girl from windy barren plains, part of me always longs for those wind-swept places.
I FINALLY have new listings in the shop. Four pastel flowers and four pastel animals. www.jessalynclairestudio.etsy.com (use the link in shop bio.) Right now they’re available as preorders, but any order placed in the next week will be shipped on the 18th.