JANNA VANDERVEEN

Imaginative friends are a wonderful treat! Today I indulged my creative side by spending time with my great friend, Debi. We discussed book writing, story development, and practiced drawing people. What a blast! This particular sketch took me...

By the beach I linger For you, my spark, my tinder You are my delight For your words alight My tired heart of cinder.  ~ Janna Vanderveen

For Christmas this year, I received a lovely tutorial by Jane Davenport from my wonderful in-laws, on figure drawing.  After watching several of her classes, I’ve determined that it will probably take some time...

Mixed Media | Collage Girl “Her skin holds the keyTo a world of mystery.Foretelling hidden secretsAnd a life of beauty.”  ~ Janna Vanderveen  

My tulips are red In this vase of blue With petals so sweet They blossom for you. ~ Janna Vanderveen (Click on thumbnail for full-resolution image)

As our prayers rise like incense Let peace fall like rain Saturating the hearts Of all who ache and despair.~ Janna Vanderveen

I am having a fun time developing a new set of characters for another children’s book. Sheep has a bad day and learns to use healthy language to express his feelings.

Rainbows and pearls  Adorn fairies and sprites Who dust imaginations With magic and light. ~ Janna Vanderveen

Last night, I became God’s greatest cheerleader. I know that sounds cheesy, but if you’d been watching me in my backyard, you’d understand the statement, and probably have a good laugh at my expense. Clouds...

When darkness encroaches And death overshadows the valley, Have no fear For I am with you. The shadows are lies And death an illusion. But take heart For I’ve torn the...

Glazing washes of watercolor (the art of grisaille) involves layering translucent colors to create a range of values that glow. If that sounds easy, guess again.  There are days that I feel blind, like...

Watercolor Painting of Roses in Vase Dabbling with roses With love and with light This paintbrush of prose Births color and life. ~ Janna Vanderveen  

She rose from her bed, Cobwebs in her head, And studied the light in her room. Through windows it played Pale fingers that splayed Dispelling the darkness and gloom. Like a fairy it called...

Grander earth has quaked beforeMoved by the sound of His voiceSeas that are shaken and stirredCan be calmed and broken for my regard Through it all, through it allMy eyes are...

Our desire to create is fueled by the power of our imagination. We only need to observe a child playing to see that this is true. Take my daughter’s artwork as an...