When I buy fresh flowers I place them into a clear vase of some kind and photograph them in a variety of settings. i love the way the stems look through the glass and water. I love to discover where the light refracts, and how the light streams through the delicate petals. When I looked at the photos of this arrangement, I was pleased to see all of the purples and magentas and how the light shafted through the bouquet in places. Acrylic on Cradleboard, 18×24x2/Available Prints in multiple sizes are also available HERE
Our beautiful cat, Hadjii, is living sculpture. I love to watch him. The shadows he cast on this warm afternoon created an irresistible picture. The light was warm and full of golds, yellows, and earthy ochres. Cat beauty!
I love painting ravens. They are such impressive creatures, and iconic of the American West. To those who ascribe spiritual importance to animals, Raven is a wonderful spirit guide, full of mischief and courage and hutzpah. I used a reference photo that I took about 15 years ago from a hike in Grand Teton National Park to paint this one. 12"x9" Acrylic on Canvas/Available Click HERE for purchase info. Visit http://NanceeJean.com to view more of my work Visit my Art Blog at http://njbussefineart.blogspot.com/ Follow me on facebook Follow me on Pinterest Follow me on Instagram
I was privileged to attend a horse roundup near Kalispell, Montana in June. The horses were beautiful, the landscape was beautiful, the day was beautiful, the whole experience was beautiful! What a fabulous experience!
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FRESH OFF THE EASEL... My husband and I cross from Grand Junction, Colorado to Prescott, Arizona several times a year. It's so beautiful and wide open in the desert! We watched this amazing storm cell march across the wide desert with open mouths. It was full of dark and light clouds, rain, rainbows, whirlwinds, and lightening! What a storm cell bonanza! I've wanted to paint it for a few years, but doubted that I'd be able to do it with acrylic paint. I could glaze and scumble to my heart's content and still not say what I wanted to say. So I resurrected my oils and had at it. By golly, I like it. :)
The painting was created for a show with a sandhill crane theme. I've painted many realistic images of the sandhills and for this show I allowed myself to create a few fanciful pieces; ones that relied more on my imagination that my photo references. What is it that signals birds to migrate? Most likely the length of daylight signals birds to flock and migrate. But in my flight of fancy I allowed myself to create a world where the birds are beckoned north or south by the activity of the humans who inhabit the planet with them. Maybe it's the sound of a combine, or the smell of freshly harvested crops, or the sound of a school bus chugging up the road. In this painting the cranes watch over us as they fly north to their summer haunts.
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I love painting the Meeker Sheepdog Trials. At the far end of the competition field the sheep wranglers release the sheep at the beginning of each run. That’s what this painting depicts. I love the colors of northern Colorado in autumn; brilliant sun on yellow fields, blue mountains, clear skies… Colorado at it’s most rare and beautiful!
Original Colorado Landscape Painting With Horse, Rider Sheep and Dog 16"x12"Acrylic On Canvas/Available Artist Enhanced Giclée Prints are also Available Click HERE to purchase the original or a print.
I love border collies, and I love to watch them move sheep! 20"x16" Acrylic on Canvas/Available Click HERE for more info. Prints in multiple sizes are also available HERE Visit http://NanceeJean.com to view more of my work
This is one of the more spectacular views from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. My husband I were there in 2014 with good friends. When I painted this I needed the comfort of painting something small and purely representational. It's like putting together a jigsaw puzzle; I put it together one small piece at a time! And it represents a wonderful memory of good times with friends.
FRESH OFF THE EASEL.. After I paint a very large and detailed piece, I need to paint a couple of smaller and faster pieces. That's what this raven painting represents. I wanted to paint this old raven using a palette of reds and oranges. When the painting was complete the title emerged. I think of ravens as clever, mischievous survivors. What better place to find a disgruntled raven than a post-apocalyptic forest? 16"x20" Acrylic on Canvas Board/Available $800 Click HERE to purchase. Visit http://NanceeJean.com to view more of my work
I only paint about one still life each year. It's not that I don't like painting them, but it seems that my landscapes flow more easily. When I do paint a still life, I love to choose something wonderfully complex and interesting. I loved painting a vase of white flowers to challenge myself to create subtle masses that made sense to the eye. Alstroemeria and baby's breath loaded into a clear glass vase gave communicated a fresh, sophisticated purity. 24"x24" Acrylic on Canvas Board/Available $1440 Click HERE to purchase. Visit http://NanceeJean.com to view more of my work
In the 1880s Sitting Bull joined Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. He traveled all over the country and saw many things, but wearied of the white man’s ways. He went back to the Standing Rock Reservation in North Dakota to be with his Hunkpapa people. Before he left the Wild West Show, Buffalo Bill gifted him with his favorite show horse which could do many tricks..........Read more HERE
I’m currently completing a series of 6 paintings based on Native American legends. This painting is based on the legend: How the Bison Got His Hump. Here’s my retelling:
In the beginning days, the bison didn’t have a hump. He was fast and sleek and ran across the prairie having so much fun that he cared for nothing else. He didn’t notice (or didn’t care about) any small creature that got in his way. He trampled the birds and their fragile nests, he trampled the field mice, and the squirrels, and the foxes, and the rabbits. He crushed the flowers and the tender leaves that fed the prairie creatures. All of the creatures begged him to stay away, but Bison didn’t listen to them. He was having too much fun!
The birds and other small animals cried so loud that Great Mother heard them. She ran ahead of Bison and said, “You should be ashamed of yourself!” She hit him on the back with a stick, and Bison hunched up his shoulders and lowered his big head, to ward off another blow. But Great Mother didn’t hit him again. She said, “From now on you will always have a hump on your back and you will always carry your head low because of your shame.”
So this is why Bison has a hump, and why sometimes you see a happy bird or two on the back of a bison.
Thus is part of a series of 6 paintings based on Native American legends. This painting is based on the legend: Coyote Spills the Stars. Here’s my retelling: In the days of the earth’s beginning, when all creatures came up from the underworld, the Great Mother planned a sacred gathering. In preparation, she filled a jar with a countless number of stars. She selected a human being to carry the jar and place the stars neatly and carefully into the sky. Coyote was fascinated with the jar and couldn’t keep away. The Great Mother, knowing how full of mischief he was, admonished, “Stay away from that jar!” Coyote being Coyote, he waited until everyone was distracted with the festivities and crept closer and closer. He lifted the lid, just a bit, to take a little peek. When he looked inside, he was so astonished at the twirling, spinning, magical orbs of light that he accidentally knocked the jar over. At first nothing happened and all of the stars stayed inside the jar. Coyote was so relieved! As he hurried to get the lid back onto the jar, it began to pulse, and then hum, and then glow! He was still hurrying, hurrying, when a few stars escaped from the jar and floated gently heavenward. Then the stars began to tumble out, faster and faster, until they were flying out of the jar by the millions, all shooting into the sky! All of the creatures at the gathering were astonished. The Great Mother was astonished. They watched as the stars shot crazily into the sky in a disordered, chaotic dance! And this is the reason the stars shimmer and glow with no order or pattern; some here, some there. And why Coyote still lifts his face toward the sky each night and howls with laughter.
This is part of a series of 6 paintings based on Native American legends. This painting is based on the legend: How the Aurora Borealis Came to Be. Here’s my retelling: After the great flood, the planet tipped on its axis, plunging the North into long periods of darkness. In the North there lived a group of people who had been spared from the flood. But when they could no longer see the sun or feel its warmth, they became sad and afraid; cold and hungry. The Great Mother felt compassion for the People and told them to gather their belongings and walk south, where the sun would shine and provide bounty and warmth. But because there was no light and little food, many of the people perished on the dark, cold journey south. In a stroke of genius the Great Mother covered the top of the world with mountains and hills made of ice crystals. The ice crystals captured the sun’s rays and reflected them into the black sky and so illuminated the nomads’ path. They could then journey south under the shifting, humming rainbow of light and became the forerunners of many of the great tribes of North America. But the white bear stayed in the Great North. He stayed because he loved the beauty of the inky darkness, the music of whale song and sea birds, and the deep comfort of solitude.