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Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Sunday, July 1st, 2012

Marlborough Pond

By Carrie Jacobson

It was nearly three weeks ago that I made a painting – that’s the longest I’ve gone without painting in my admittedly short but very full painting career.

And why? Lyme disease knocked me flat.

So when I finally had the energy and strength to go out and paint, I had to wonder whether I’d be able to. After all, painting came as a gift, unbidden and unexpected – and maybe it will go that way, too.

I needn’t have worried. My eyes, my ideas, my hands, they all worked as well or better than they had before the hiatus.

And I remain grateful.

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Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Sunday, January 8th, 2012

Boat Launch Ramp

By Carrie Jacobson
The represented artists’ show at the Wallkill River School Gallery on Saturday was hot, chaotic, crowded – and fun! It is always a pleasure to meet new people, and especially new people interested in art. And it was just so great to see my old friends, artists and nonartists alike.

I met three Zest of Orange readers at the show, and that was such a treat!

Before the show even began, a woman came up to me and told me that she remembered “The Christmas Surprise,” one of the fictional serials I wrote for the Times Herald-Record. That conversation made my day!

And then the artists began coming in, and setting up, and it was like greeting my adopted family after a long absence.

There was Shawn Dell Joyce, with whom I’m showing at the Wallkill River School Gallery in April, and who I called before I made my first painting, when I realized I had no idea how to do a background.

There was Bruce Thorne, the first person I ever saw painting with a palette knife, and there was his wife, Lita Thorne, who showed me how to push limits and be unafraid to make my own paintings.

There was George Hayes, with whom I had my first show, and Nancy Reed Jones, with whom I had one of my best painting days ever. There was kindred spirit and animal lover Lisa O’Gorman, and the ever so talented Mary Muegle Sealfon and Janet Campbell, and scores of others who shared their secrets and their inspiration with me, and helped me begin to learn how to paint.

So yes, it was too hot, and too crowded, and too nuts for words, but it was great fun, and greatly reassuring, too. I am so proud to be included as one of the represented artists in the gallery. I am in such excellent company.

Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Wednesday, January 4th, 2012

At the Edge of the Sound

By Carrie Jacobson
Hard to know, today, what day it is, what month it is, what year it is. The Sunday holidays, followed by the Monday holiday days off have left me in a state of befuddlement. OK, it is the state where I have my primary residence, but usually I live more or less near the border. Right now, I seem to have moved to the exact middle.

So be it. If age and my previous lifestyle have left me like this, well, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the getting here. If this winter’s landscape looks like last spring’s, well, that’s OK, too, and easier on the pocketbook, considering the cost of heating oil.

If you’d like to see more paintings by me, by Shawn Dell Joyce, and by the other artists of the Wallkill River School, please stop by the gallery on Saturday from 5 to 7 p.m. The gallery (and the school) are at 232 Ward St., (which is also Route 17K) in Montgomery. Click here to get to the website for directions and more info.

The show is a group show of artists represented by the gallery, and in fun and wild chaos, we will all be demonstrating during the show!

If  you do come, please say hello – and plan to come back in April, when Shawn Dell Joyce and I will have a show together at the gallery.

Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011


By Carrie Jacobson

Peter filled the feeder for the hummingbirds last night, and they are flashing and happy and drinking up this morning. My guess is that it’s the last time he will fill their feeder this year.

The past two days have been finally, blessedly cool enough that we – finally, blessedly – shut off the window air conditioners and opened the windows wide and let the warm days and cool nights breathe into our little house.

A hurricane is blowing up along the coast, sunset is coming more quickly each day, and grass and gardens all seem dry and brittle and spent.

I’ve always loved fall. I loved school, and fall meant school, and books, and classes and learning, and I loved all of that. It meant new clothes, and nights where I could wear shorts and sweaters, and it meant the trees coming alive with color – and I loved all of that.

I luxuriated in this summer’s golden twilights and slow, lengthy dawns. I soaked up the sun and the glorious flowers and all the brilliance and shine of this summer’s steamy, sunny days. And much as I love fall, I’m sad to see these broad, open days pass.

A friend of mine died this week, a friend from high school. We reconnected last year, both of us sober for decades, and blessed to be. We rejoiced in this, and in renewing our friendship, which we’d done by computer.

She showed up at one of my shows this summer, a wisp of what she had been, thin and dry as the August grass. But her smile was beautiful and her joy genuine, and we talked and laughed and hugged, and said we’d get together soon.

We did not. And now, she’s gone.

Autumn comes too soon, stealing summer’s wealth, and death comes too soon, as well.

I must remember this.

Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011


Where are the blue skies and the bright sun and the scent of warming earth? Where is the spring I so desire? I wait for it to walk down winter’s corridor, its footsteps sure and ringing. I wait for the sound of the key in the lock, the scrape of the door on the frozen earth, the invitation to go out, to find again the freedom of the fields, the limitless horizons, a world released from the chains of this winter’s snow and ice.

Where is this spring?

Outside my window, the snow is falling, and night is falling, and it feels like spring is falling, too. But I look at this painting of Tuscany, and I imagine the warmth of the sun, the peppery scent of the sunflowers, the sweep of the grass waving in a hot noon wind.

It’s coming.

This painting is oil on canvas, 24×48. Contact me at for price and delivery information.