Posts Tagged ‘Tubac AZ’

Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 4/4/2014

Thursday, April 3rd, 2014
Storm Rolling In

Storm Rolling In

By Carrie Jacobson

I had the good fortune, while I was in Tubac, to be out and painting on a day when a big rainstorm rolling in over the mountains. Apparently, rain is pretty rare in southern Arizona in February.

I like the big warm clouds at the top of this painting, and the way they’ve blown in, and I like the strip of light that’s made its way through those clouds. The afternoon felt like this – a little chaotic, a little dangerous, but soft, also, and rich with the promise of bright sun and fresh, clean air.

I’m on my way to South Carolina for a show this weekend, and a show in Chattanooga the following weekend. It’s a beautiful time to be in the south – spring has already showed up here! Fruit trees are well into the first phases of blooming, and the air is warm already.

It feels a little soon to be on the road again – I could have used another week at home, it’s been so great to be there. But I’m excited about two new shows, and about my new paintings, too.


Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 03/28/14

Thursday, March 27th, 2014
Rio Grande Near Taos

Rio Grande Near Taos

By Carrie Jacobson

I made my way home to the Eastern Shore of Virginia a week or so ago, having been on the road for most of three months, painting, doing shows and enjoying the lack of winter.

I went all the way to the Pacific Ocean, then doubled back and spent my time in Arizona, Utah and New Mexico, living, breathing, eating and sleeping painting.

It was a joy to immerse myself in this astonishing country – and in painting, and tasks associated with painting and my sponsored painting trip (22 people bought paintings in advance from me – I painted these, and more, en plein air on my travels). It was a pure, pure joy – and a boon to my painting. My pieces got stronger and stronger throughout the trip, I think – and new ideas and new approaches came to me more and more readily.

It was hard to be away that long. It was hard to do that much painting. It was scary to plan this trip, knowing what it would cost and not knowing whether I’d get enough sponsors to make it worthwhile.

But the fears and the difficulties vanished in the face of what I saw, and what I strove and stretched and managed to produce. There might not be many times in a life when you have the chance to devote yourself to your passion. But if the possibility exists – or if you even catch a glimpse of it – I’d encourage you to do whatever you need to do to have the experience. It will be worth whatever it takes, whatever it costs.


I had a fabulous stroke of luck while I was in Tubac, Arizona, visiting my dad. Actually, two related strokes of luck. I was taken on by a marvelous gallery there – Art Gallery H – which is a lovely place, run by a very nice, very enthusiastic couple, Karl and Audrey Hoffmann.

Every year, Tubac produces a visitors guide, with listings of every shop, restaurant and gallery in town, maps of the town, advertisements, and a calendar of events. The guide is available for the entire year, and is distributed in all the businesses in town, and many in the general area.

Gallery H is responsible for supplying the art for next year’s guide – and they chose me to make the painting for the cover!


Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 12/20/13

Wednesday, December 18th, 2013
We Three Kings

We Three Kings

By Carrie Jacobson

I’ve not been feeling very Christmasy.
I’ve been painting hard, and am excited about my new pieces, “We Three Kings” top among them. (I love the black canvas!) I’ve been thinking about what I need to do, what I need to paint and what I need to buy for the California Calling Painting Extravaganza, coming up soon!!! (Click here to find out how to sponsor me – and please consider it!)
I have been, and am always, moved by the real celebration of Christmas, the birth of Jesus, but that is a personal thing for me, and not one generally marked by what I think of as “the Christmas spirit.”
I’ve been thinking about the troubles our now-oldest dog is having, and how tough it’s going to be for Peter when I’m on the road. I’ve been thinking about one family member’s recovery from hip-replacement surgery, and the sad and sudden dissolution of another family member’s marriage.
My birth family, the Coopers, had our holiday gathering weeks ago, and it was great, but it was weeks ago. In my own little family here, the season has difficult emotionally for a few years, and Peter and I have not done much for each other for Christmas.
I told a friend about all this, and she shared with me that she really begins feeling the spirit when she focuses on giving. So that’s what I did. I put on my Santa hat (thanks, Ronet Noe!) made some donations, got a couple others ready to go (stuff for the animal shelter and for a church second-hand store).
Then I put up our Christmas tree, and I went out and went shopping and bought a couple small presents. And it was fun!
Since I left my regularly paying job, I haven’t “gone shopping,” except at local thrift stores. You know, I haven’t cruised around, looked at everything, tried stuff on, imagined how this or that would look on me, or on him, or on that friend; how this person would delight in using that; how we don’t really need this, but wouldn’t it be nice… I haven’t been a consumer in spirit or in deed.
But on Tuesday, I was, and it was fun.

Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 12/13/13

Thursday, December 12th, 2013
Bank of Waves, oil on canvas, 20x40

Bank of Waves, oil on canvas, 20×40

By Carrie Jacobson

I’m thinking about summer.

Thinking about summer, and warm places, and sunshine and open skies.

Thinking about wearing sandals and seeing my hair get summer-blonde highlights. I’m thinking of seeing my wrinkling face warm from this awful winter pallor and start to look alive – and perhaps a year or two less old.

I start my show season in Indio, California, in late January. I’ve never been to California, so this is exciting – and doubly exciting as it’s the first stop on my second sponsored painting trip (click here to find out what I’m talking about…) . From there, I start painting my way east, stopping for a show and a nice long visit in Tubac, Arizona, where my dad and stepmother live, before trekking east, to a show in Albuquerque in early March, and then home to Virginia, painting the whole time .

Sure, it’s cold, even here in Virginia. It’s winter, the days are short, and it’s as it should be. I’m grateful that it’s nowhere near as cold here as it is in other places I’ve lived… Maine, Connecticut, the mid-Hudson Valley.

The wheels turn, and winter will thaw into spring for all of us. And even before that, I’ll get some sun and some scenery and some adventure. I can’t wait!



Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 03/20/13

Wednesday, March 20th, 2013

The suburbs of Arivaca, Arizona

By Carrie Jacobson

After about a week of driving and exploring, making my way through North and South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas and New Mexico, I have made it to Tubac, Arizona, where my dad and his wife live.

It has been a fabulous trip, full of discovery and adventure. It’s been something to drive through towns like Pascagoula and Pass Christian, towns whose names I’ve heard forever, but have never seen. Been something to see Spanish moss, the Gulf of Mexico, the George Ohr Museum, and the damage that Hurricane Katrina wrought.

I’ve painted, and driven, and explored. I visited New Iberia, where my favorite fictional character – Dave Robicheaux – lived and hung out. I saw longhorns, donkeys, goats and llamas. I crossed the eternity that is Texas, and was blown around so hard by wind in New Mexico that I had to stop driving… but I got here safe and sound.

Dad is 84, and he’s been painting for maybe 10 years, maybe more. For most of that time, he’s done watercolors, but recently has moved into acrylics.

Until Tuesday, he’d never painted in plein air! So I was thrilled – thrilled! – when he agreed to go out painting with me.

We had a great time bouncing along a terrible road to a teeny town called Arivaca. Dad says it was settled in the 1960s and 1970s by people whose main pursuits were hiding from the law and selling drugs, maybe not in that order.

These days, it’s an eclectic, dusty little town, broken down in places, and kept up in places.

While we didn’t see any drug activity, it did seem that everyone in town smoked cigarettes. Haven’t seen that in a while.

A furniture designer and artist named Peter Saloom (check out his furniture by cicking here) rode by on a bike and stopped to see what we were doing. An awful lot of folks drove by and then sort of turned around and drove by again… I am sure they were wondering just what the HECK we were painting…

Here’s my dad:

Here's my dad and his painting, mid-way.