JANNA VANDERVEEN
Fiction Author & Artist
Watercolor attempt #15 Art day is always fun with my children. We pile the kitchen table high with markers, papers, crayons, pencils, paints, etc…and go to town creating. My kids hunker around me and...
Watercolor Attempt #14 Painting keeps me thinking creatively, a necessary skill for both writing and editing. It forces me to visualize light and dark, shadows and colors, and imagine the what-if’s in the picture. When I tried to...
Watercolor Attempt #13 This painting reminds me of my childhood which was filled with days of life guarding, Saturday’s at swim meets,, camping with family, and snapping green beans with the radio blaring Christopher Cross’s...
The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun.~John Greenleaf Whittier A watercolor study of John Lovett’s work.
My friend Debi and I attempted John Lovett’s tutorial on painting boats. We spent a great deal of time mixing paint colors and even more time laughing. It was a great...
Blue shutters and bright red geraniums…I can envision this window along the busy streets of Paris or perhaps the narrow streets of old Quebec. To make this watercolor painting, I followed...
Waves and storms Such fickle thorns Which billow and blow Shouting, “GO! NO! GO!” You staunch threadbare wings Ensnaring the one who sings Fly fairy, flee Find your victory. ~ Janna...
Hatchlings birth On the longest night When three moons align At the peak of twilight An immediate pairing Hatchling and sprite Two minds for sharing If the melding’s done right. ~ Janna...
This is the good news… Christ died once and for ALL because of his great love. “It is finished!”
I am thankful for all of my wonderful friends. They are genuine, honest, intelligent, and gracious… Sweet incense indeed!
Night’s mare Dreamer’s shade Your whispered footfalls Haunt this glade Ebony smoke Tendrils of life Your whinnying call Cuts fear like a knife Out of deep waters you rise Sparkling dark...
Battle weary Morale dreary The war won But not done Insane Is the pain For loved ones slain Grief falls like rain Crashing Lashing In roiling waves Drowning graves In sorrow...
Moons Runes Muttering buffoons A sordid lot, my crew Torn sails Broken rails The thorn of my travails A beastly ship, this canoe Rotten health Dwindling wealth No pride or stealth...
Chain mail and fire Nightmare or desire Soft feathers of flight Hardened scales of might Violent energy in hands Sizzling violet strands Of power For this hour Foreseen and foretold In prophesies of...
You are Beloved You are loved You are a flower among thorns A precious blossom Cradled in the hands of a God who cares. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Inside autumn’s dream A pixie popinjay Weaves golden leaves as one Into a grand toupee. With wings so very sheer Your dance a grand ballet And preen before the crowd In...
Faerie and pixie, Both wearing green, Frolic beside, A blue-flowing stream. Both tiny and large Sprinkling star-dust with glee Proving size doesn’t matter. Where there’s inner beauty. ~ Janna Vanderveen ...
Several summer’s ago, my husband and two lifejacket-clad sons swam to a tiny island off the shore of Lake Huron. They stood on a branch which jutted out the water and soaked in the view...
Waters blue Cold oceans deep Dark roiling clouds Watch mermaids sleep Awaken light Fling starlight fair Revive the dead And answer prayer. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://wakpaper.com, Karimdell Digital Art...
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JANNA VANDERVEEN 