The Ornament Story, chapter 2

Bob from the White House filled me in on the details of the reception, so I began making travel plans. (Nope, it wasn’t paid for by anyone but Trail Guy and your Central California artist.)

We have very good friends in Pennsylvania who invited us to stay with them AND, get this, lent us a car! So we flew into Harrisburg, which has rocking chairs in its airport. Yes, I know many airports have these now, but remember, this was 2007.

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After recovering from a red-eye flight (Note to self: NEVER do that again), the next day we drove to Old Town Alexandria, Virginia to the home of our cabin neighbor and partner in my book The Cabins of Mineral King. The drive was so interesting to us. Just seeing signs along the freeway that mentioned Civil War battlegrounds was fascinating to these West-coasters. And the colors – this photo was taken at a rest stop.


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I knew I would love Janey’s town from years of hearing about it. Sure enough – just look where she lives! Please excuse the car in the way – parking is at such a premium in her neighborhood that we had to have a permit for our borrowed car and she had to negotiate with a construction crew for a place to put the car. These homes were built in the late 1700s, and I was shamelessly and instantly in love with the whole place.

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We got all gussied up, and Janey drove us to the White House.  To be continued. . .

The Ornament Story, chapter 1

In August of 2007, I was asked to paint an ornament for the White House Christmas tree, representing Sequoia National Park. My first thought was “Shoot! Another freebie!” I was told an invitation to a reception at the White House would come with the ornament, and I thought, “So? I have to pay for that too!” A friend told me I would be nuts to turn this opportunity down, and Michael said he’d be happy to come to the White House with me. So, I began painting.

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At the time the call came, I was working on a painting of Sequoia trees in the snow.

I bought a few little ornaments and tried the same design on one in acrylic paint, but it dried way too fast. I tried oil paint on another, and that worked well.

Eventually, a large shiny gold ornament arrived. It looked like glass, and I was afraid of dropping it. I put layer after layer of white paint on it, carefully handling it as if would break, because if that happened, what would I do??

During one of these layers, my thumb dented the thing a little bit and I realized it was plastic! That took a load of worry off my mind!

When it was finished, my neighbor came over to take photos of me holding it so that the size would be evident.

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You can see this is no ordinary ornament—it was big, which made it much easier to paint than my little practice ones.

There was a little difficulty about the reception because no date was given and reservations needed to be made. We painters were given a fax number to send any questions (remember, this was 2007), so I sent a note asking when the reception was and how tight the deadline for mailing the ornament was. As I was frantically trying to program in the fax number so a response could be received by my fax machine, the phone rang. (Yes, I had a phone/fax machine.)

“Cabinart, this is Jana”, I answered.

“This is Bob at The White House”, came the response. “Hi Bob,” said I, ever so casually. To be continued. . .

Drawing versus art

In college, I had an art teacher in a design class or some other esoteric subject who said to me, “Just because you can draw doesn’t make you an artist”. I was devastated, insulted, dismayed, shocked, and any other adjective you can think of for the situation—how dare he say that to me!! Now that I have the advantage of 35+ years life experience and wisdom, I know he was right, even if it was an insensitive and snotty remark.

Drawing is a skill that can be taught, learned, developed and is sometimes just innate. Art has to be something that one learns about, develops over time, and comes about because of a love for the subject. Art can encompass many skills, forms and be useful in many careers.

Drawing is a skill that is useful regardless of one’s career, and it definitely is useful in any art career. One can become an artist without the ability to draw, particularly in this age of multiple tools.  A number of years ago, I had an interesting conversation with an art teacher friend. She was teaching her junior high students more than any of my college professors ever taught me—principles, elements, styles and history.

My college professors may have had their Master’s of Fine Arts degrees, but mostly they walked around the room while taking a break from their own work, and offered criticism and snide remarks (“Just because you can draw. . .” or “You need to work on composition”) without ever bothering to actually teach, to demonstrate or share information.

I have been teaching people how to draw for over 30 years. (and that is without an MFA – imagine that!) It is a skill, and in teaching the skill, many other things about art can be shared. We talk about different styles, ways to set up a drawing from the beginning, ways of arranging the elements in a drawing, and lots of technique. (The main thing I ever want to learn is HOW and the second is WHY, so that is what I share with my students.)

Through the years, only a small handful of my students (that I know of) of have pursued art as a career. Everyone that has stayed long enough has learned to draw, and they each have drawings they can proudly show off to prove that they know how to draw.

I couldn’t draw this well in college; growth is the goal of many years of practice.

Drawing lessons were not a waste of time for any of my former or present students. They learn to draw (duh), learn to communicate with people of all ages (that is the way my classes are), explore a type of art in a comfortable environment, develop a bit more confidence, and make new friends.

I enjoy every moment spent with each of my students. We have easy friendships that transcends age and last through time and all its changes. In conclusion, I can draw AND am an artist, so there, you Snotty Professor who are now probably just a retired teacher! But I’m not bitter.

The Rules

There have been many art teachers in my life, and each one seems to have hard and fast rules. Several colored pencil (CP) teachers have said NEVER USE BLACK. Another CP teacher said, “If you aren’t supposed to use black, why do they manufacture it?” That strikes me as pure (un)common sense.

One CP teacher said to ALWAYS put the darkest color as the bottom layer and work up to the lightest color. Another said ALWAYS start with the lightest color as your base and then add layers in order of increasing darkness.  I have done both on the same drawing and gotten the same result! 

My best drawing teacher in college only let us draw with a 6B, which is a very soft black pencil. He did not let us smear or blend with any tool, including our fingers. He never told us why this was So Very Important, but now with many years of hindsight, I have this guess:  if you could learn to control that one pencil, you could make any pencil do anything you wished it to do. It took me years to be able to use the entire range of pencils available because his idea was so deeply etched into my head. This is a drawing from his class:

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Some of the painting teachers I have listened to say “NEVER use white alone”. (What are you supposed to use if that is the color you need??)  Most say, “NEVER use black”. At an art show of Very Big Deal Artists, one of the artists I spoke with told me of his layering process and it included black paint!! Go figure.

Many of my students ask me how to hold their pencils. I show them how I hold mine, and tell them to try it, and to try anything that feels comfortable to them. The point is that there are some places in life where there are absolutes, but in art the only absolutes are determined by the results you desire. 

The Cabins of Mineral King

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About 11 years ago I was puzzling over how to make my microscopic art business grow. A friend (aka “Limeygirl”) proposed I write a book to feature my art. I laughed aloud, and said “People don’t write books!”, meaning people such as myself. She said “Of course they do, Silly!”As I pondered her suggestion, it came to me that what I knew and drew best was (and remains) Mineral King.  How does one write a book? For guidance, I wrote a letter (this was when snail mail was still sort of normal) to my friend and cabin neighbor Jane Coughran, who was at that time a picture editor for Time-Life Books. She said that if I would be willing to include historical photographs, she would help me. Took me about 1/2 a second to agree!

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Together, we formed Cabinart Books, a publishing company for the purpose of making a book about the cabins of Mineral King. (Silly aside – choosing a title for the book was quite difficult. I had read that every book with the word “naked” in it becomes a best-seller, so we thought briefly about calling our book “The Naked Cabin”.) We planned the chapters, each page, how it would be shaped, where there would be drawings, text, quotes, and photos. We sent an advice-seeking questionnaire to anyone we remotely knew who had published a book. We learned about Library of Congress Card Catalog, ISBN, copyrights, permissions, bar codes, book binders, and even trucking companies. We sent a questionnaire to many many cabin people seeking stories and quotations, went on a quest for old photos and permission to use them. 

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We spent 3 weeks together in Mineral King laying out the look of our book and photographing the cabins from every conceivable angle. Some of the cabins were in places that precluded a good photograph, others had nothing of apparent significance or obvious beauty, so we circled them and discussed their various attributes until something of interest emerged.

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We planned our timing to have the book appear in early November. Janey found a book designer to prepare the pages for the printer. She began compiling the quotes and writing the text. I started drawing and drawing and drawing – 150 pictures in all. Several were borrowed back from the folks who had commissioned me to draw their cabins, but many of my earlier drawings no longer met my new standards. (I have been asking several of those folks to let me have their drawings back so I can fix them but this only makes them laugh at me!) To pay for all of this, I got a business line of credit and we presold as many books as possible.  We had carefully calculated how many books we thought might sell, added another three or four hundred and followed the advice of a local writer to bind 75% as hardcover and reserve the remaining 25% for softcovers, should there be demand later.   After months and months of work the books were finally ready. Dad and Michael drove to a trucking company in Fresno to retrieve the books in time for our book signing event. They were not allowed to peek until we had them at my studio. Together we opened a box, and when I got to the dedication page, I passed the book to Michael. He saw the drawing of himself on that page, along with Janey’s mom Florence, and he said, “Hunh. My hat is sitting kind of high on my head.” I responded, “That is because you were wearing it that way in the photo.”

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Within a year or two all the hardcovers were sold. We had the remaining books bound as softcover and sold them for 1/2 as much. It took another 3-4 years to sell all of those, and now, if one gets lucky, The Cabins of Mineral King can be found on eBay or Amazon for around $100! 

Flags should be in color!

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  This little gem was fun! Seems to me that any time there is a flag, color should be applied. On the last commission, the customer and I discussed adding color to the flowers. We concluded that there was only one place it would work, and then the front door would no longer be the main event. With this drawing, the color is conveniently located next to the front door, so that is not an issue. (Ick, that word really bugs me. However, note its proper usage here.) 

And here is an admission: I am getting old. I know this, because 8×10 feels very very small. Much of this drawing happened under a giant lit magnifier. Those diamond shaped windows next to the front door took an alarmingly long time to get right – no pencil point can be sharpened small enough. This used to be normal work for me, and now it is so very very tiny that I can’t believe I used to draw this way! And to any of my drawing students who are reading this, please please forgive me for expecting the same from you if you are over 45 years old!! 

All About Drawing Pencils

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  I use three different brands of pencils. None is particularly better than any other, but my current favorite is the red one, Stabilo. I can’t find them anymore, but being someone who dislikes shopping, I haven’t tried very hard yet. The blue ones, Staedtler,  are pretty good, quite dark, but not as dark as the Stabilo. Turquoise, made by Sanford, are the ones I used in college, so there is a weird sense of loyalty even though they aren’t as dark as the others. Besides, they are very easy to find.  There are other brands, but these are enough for me. You can see colored pencils in the cups in the background, but that is for another entry.

That little black and silver dealie on the end of the three pencils in the lid of the box is a pencil extender. It used to be a bit of a game to me to see how short I could get a pencil and still use it. Then carpal tunnel syndrome kicked in, and it became clear that the longer the pencil, the less the pain.

For years I drew without understanding what the H and B actually stood for on those drawing pencils. With some reading, I finally learned that H is for Hard and B is for Black. The higher the number with the letter, the more there is of that particular quality. So a 5H is harder (and lighter) than an H (which is 1H but the 1 is assumed). A 6B is blacker (and softer) than a 3B. An HB is exactly in the middle, and is the equivalent of a #2.

And get this: the lead is a combination of graphite and clay. The more clay, the harder and lighter the pencil. The more graphite, the softer and blacker the pencil. Ever used a pencil that scratched? It probably had a rough piece of clay in it. (Don’t you just hate that?)

  Sometimes students ask why the pencils don’t come with erasers. EASY answer! Because we would use the eraser up long before the pencil, and then we would automatically flip the pencil over to erase and scratch our drawings. By forcing us to develop the habit of picking up the separate eraser, the pencil manufacturers are sparing us some unnecessary pain. (And for that,we thank you, lovely Pencil Manufacturers.)

  All this leaves me with some questions: 1. Who decided that hard is the opposite of black? and 2. What in the world does F stand for? 3. How does this all fit with the school-type rating of pencils, 1, 2 and 3?

That Ag Art Show

Today I visited Celebrate Agriculture With The Arts in Madera. (that’s a long ways away from Three Rivers!!) This is the show in which my ice cream cone called Worth It won a second place ribbon in the category of Dairy. Art shows and judging are a mysterious process. I found my piece and wondered where the rest of the Dairy entries were. Turns out mine is THE ONLY PIECE in the category!!  And, I got second place! Is that not the most embarrassing thing in the artworld? Nope, 3rd or none would be the most embarrassing. Sheesh! I asked the director of the gallery, and she said that the judge simply said, “I think this piece should be larger”. The director interpreted that to mean that I hadn’t done enough work to deserve a first!  Before I could get huffy (what? me huffy??), she told me that the judge went home and died. He judged the show and died!   Knowing this, I wasn’t too puzzled by the fact that I got third in Farm Equipment and Machinery when there was a Very Very Beautiful piece hanging above mine that got nothing! Poor old guy, he was tired.   So, here is something new to look at. The only judging it will receive will be whether or not someone chooses to part with cash to buy it. That’s the real test!3pepp-v.jpg 8×10 – oil on wrapped canvas – $80 

How splitting wood is like drawing with pencils

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 Sports are not for me – in fact, I’ve been known to say that I have only two sports: walking and splitting wood. I love to split wood! That is the axe my dear husband gave me for my birthday, and this weekend I was thrilled to get to try it.

As I was splitting wood, it occurred to me that there are many parallels between splitting wood with an axe and drawing with a pencil. Look at these:

1. Neither require electricity.

2. Both require a sharp edge – blade or point.

3. For best results,  start with the large and move to the small.

4. They both make wood bits – shavings from the sharpener or splinters from the axe.

5.  Lots of strokes are required for results.

6. One has to start with good stuff to get decent results – great scenes make great drawings, and good clean-grained wood makes good shaped pieces.

7. Both require paying close attention to what one is doing, unless one doesn’t mind wasting time and energy.

8. The terms “hard” and “soft” are always being flung around, both with wood and with pencils.

  9. Cedar makes the best pencils and also the best-splitting wood.

I’m sure there are more parallels; can you think of any?

Honeymoon Cabin II

I have drawn this cabin in graphite multiple times, and it remains interesting to me! It is a cute little place, right on the stream, with a great view of Vandever in the background. (That is the peak on the right/west side of Farewell Gap that my studly husband climbs almost every summer while I sit on the porch with the 2way radio and my knitting!). Now I have painted the cabin twice, and probably will continue painting it from various photos taken at different times in the seasons and times of the day. Eventually I hope to paint it standing on location.

Honeymoon Cabin II

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P.S. Now it is 2024, and this is the first post I ever put up on my blog. I’ve painted this cabin more times than I can remember, blogged 5 days a week since April 2008, and am about to delete all my old posts because no one cares and they are slowing down my website.