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Monthly Archives: January 2013

Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone….

“Life Begins at the end of your comfort zone”…. what a statement!  It brought back memories of the ride I took through the rain forests of Puerto Rico suspended hundreds of feet in the air on a wire.  Ziplining in Puerto RicoAs if that weren’t bad enough, I then had to rappel 80 feet down from the branches of the tree I had just landed in.  A feat accomplished with body intact by a woman afraid of heights.  On one of our trips to Key West my little speed demon husband flipped our Skidoo and us upside down in the water leaving us struggling to get to the surface.  My daughter-in-law thought I would come up swinging, but Bob survived and so did I and in the end it was exhilarating.

Throughout my life and my art career I have been blessed with many opportunities to step out of my comfort zone….some intentional…some not so intentional, like the Skidoo episode.  But, I think about where I would be now if I had said “no” to making a career out of art and taken a “real” job instead; said “no” to my publisher because I was afraid I wasn’t “good” enough or “no” to moving to Florida where I didn’t know anyone other than my parents who were here only four months out of the year.  When the opportunities presented themselves, I juggled the yes and no because they were life changing events.  In the end ” yes” won out and I gained one of life’s greatest rewards…I GREW!  My art expanded, my reputation expanded and my life expanded.

May your faith be bigger than your fears!





Living the Dream….

Work is such a joy!  Bob and I spent the first of this week at the beach working in a quaint little condo on Manasota Key.  Bob hung fans and did some carpentry work Chest and Delft Tilewhile I tweaked a cabinet to go with the decor and touched up the dining room Delft tiles that had been chipped from years of use .  The sound of the ocean waves lapping at the shore as I worked bathed me and I have felt rested and happy for the rest of this week!

God has certainly blessed me throughout my life.  Years ago in Oklahoma I told Bob that I would be happy with a cardboard box on the beach.  Not long afterwards he came home from work with a cardboard refrigerator box and said…”We’re ready to go to Florida!”  We made that move eighteen years ago and have never regretted it.  If you can dream it, it shall come to pass….from the lady with a hibiscus behind her ear and sand between her toes!









Two-Day Acrylic Painting Workshop in Pt. St. Lucie

February 8 and 9, 2013 I am teaching a two day workshop to the Treasure Coast Decorative Painters in Port St. Lucie, Florida.  The two projects being painted are “The Macaw” on Feb. 8 and Macaw Chest“Starfish Washing Ashore” on February 9.  I will be sharing my techniques on painting birds and jungle foliage and painting water and sea life during the two day event. Each project requires intermediate to advanced skills in acrylic painting. Bring a prepped surface and your paint supplies including paints and brushes for a fun weekend.  For further information on cost and a supply list contact Kathy Kenney at 1-772-785-7949 or by e-mail at kennykbear@att.netStarfish Washing Ashore





Keep an eye open for future Jane Crick Painting Paradise Workshops!

Beautifully Human

In 2013, I wrote this blog post.  In a world full of darkness we need to look for the light in those people who are beautifully human to each of us.

2013 – A couple of weeks ago my husband and I took our grandson to see “The Hobbit.”  One of the movie trailers before the show started was for the new Superman movie……and WOW!  The special effects were so compelling and dramatic it overwhelmed me.  Fixated on that beautiful, super-human alien, my mind quickly wandered to how we all look to super heroes in movies, books and comic books to give us hope and help us feel that everything’s gonna be all right.  At first I thought to myself, why can’t humans be that way?  Immediately thoughts flashed through my mind that humans ARE that way.  We just need to think about who in our lives has been that touchstone…that beautifully human person who brought us joy and laughter.  Someone who entered our life with or without fanfare and left behind their essence of goodness through thought or deed.  Because of this human’s very existence your own life became better.

My Great Grandpa Hempy, bless his heart, was one of mine.  He was about 5′ 2″ tall, plump and had a thick white shock of hair.  Sugar was his vice.  He would make toast with milk and then load it with sugar.  If Grandma sugared it ahead of time…he would sugar it more. He sugared his applesauce and sugared his watermelon.  He even sugared his ice cream and lived to the ripe old age of 96 with no signs of diabetes!

Grandpa especially loved the little children of the family. I remember sitting on Grandpa Hempy and my second cousinhis lap or at his knee while he told my sister and I stories of days gone by with his 15 brother’s and sisters.  He sang songs to us in a real high voice and would recite ancient poems which I only remember snippets of …there was a skunk on the wall blowing his nose…and a grasshopper dressed in soldier’s clothes. He loved to garden and raised the ripest, sweetest muskmelons and black raspberries you ever ate. He worked hard, he laughed hard and loved a lot!

(Photo to right was my cousin’s daughter)

In his “retirement years” he became intrigued with perpetual motion and had my Grandpa Blauser build a wooden wheel on a stand in the basement.  Then he carefully attached Grandpa B’s empty pipe tobacco cans and loaded them with varying amounts of bolts and nuts to get it balanced enough to spin by itself and never stop.  He worked on it for years.  Every time our family would go over we all went to the basement to see his invention and his progress.  Even though he never perfected his perpetual motion machine before he died, his belief  that it eventually could be done helped me form the notion that anything is possible and to never give up.

About a year before he died I remember the day he told me that he was ready to die.  At the age of 8 and never having dealt with a death of someone I knew personally, I was crushed.  It was hard for me to comprehend that I would ever have to live life without him.  He gently explained to me that he was old and he was tired.  He had outlived all of his siblings and friends.  Born right after the civil war he had lived a long and wonderful life….and he was to ready rest in the arms of his Maker.  He was a gentle spirit, strong in body and strong in faith…and for me he will always be beautifully human.