Causing A Scene

One of my favorite things to do is to walk down to the creek every morning ... sometimes twice a day, but who’s counting?

Well actually my iPhone is counting all my steps (and missteps) so I try to be as ambulatory as I can to impress my health app!

Spying and gawking at some wildlife is part of the mischief of the creek walk.

Most days my high hopes of spotting the elusive river otters are dashed.

I’ve seen the signs, yet never that lucky enough to peep in person.

Seeing multitudes of deer, turtle, muskrat, beaver, heron, waterfowl and the likes is pretty much par for the course.

The days of high summer usually drop the creek level to a gentle, yet untamed thing of beauty.. . and it’s my chance to merrily wade out while donning Wellies.

The other day I did just that.

What a different perspective it is from standing in the midst of something as opposed to the sidelines.

Something about being in the heart of something moving and ever-changing how a completely different perspective reveals itself … simple and profound.

Reflections mimic levitation

So naturally I thought to myself … "Self, boldly/ridiculously place some chairs in the creek".

While you’re embarking on this tomfoolery why not set some artwork in the creek, oh and don’t forget to include some pillows for good measure.

I know, why oh why?

This I cannot intelligently offer a logical explanation for except that it inspired me so…. The lazy creek, the natural surround, the glassine reflecting surface.

To place yourself in the leafy, lush, layered depths of a Hudson River-esque School painting.

I know it’s madness, but it must be realized.

Compulsion? Sure, but I listen to the voices, it’s pointless to ignore them, they will just keep nagging me until the thing is done.

Maybe I’ve been channeling the Durrells in Corfu, enjoying their meals at a well-appointed table placed in the sea.

Is this a dreamlike mirage?

Mudlarker’s paradise found?

Or simply the vision of a covered wagon mishap that lost its load and parcel mid-river?

Bits and bobs of furnishings scattered about the creek, remnants of a poorly secured payload.

I'm hoping for the former rather than the later!

You would not be too far from the bull’s-eye if you were to accuse me of being obsessed with nature.

It’s ever-inspiring, ever-changing.

The best backdrop no matter the season.

I fully expect that when the weather changes and the Mourningkill is thick with ice I may be inspired once again.

~Jennifer

www.jenniferlanne.com

Life is but a dream

Setting scenes

Landscapes on linen strike a pose

Landscape paintings on linen panels

“Timeless” velveteen pillow available August 2022

“Dusk” pillow in the dappled shade

I’ve always wanted to be in a painting…

Long skirts & creeks. The struggle is real

Clouds in the Mourningkill Creek

“Poet’s View” pillow takes center stage

Scene within a scene

A walk to the creek

Throw An Extra Layer On

I am the worlds biggest sucker.

For all things pretty.

Pretty and practical that is.

That’s the one-two knockout punch for a sucker like me.

A little bit creature-comfort a little bit utilitarian.

That’s the kind of practical magic that draws me like a moth to a flame.

Yes indeed, I fall for decor that's a hybrid of proper and slightly askew (heck, I’ve even made a career on all things off-kilter!)

A subtle alchemy of decor that exudes fussy flamboyance and yet a devil-may-care if you just plop yourself right down on it.

Oh for a soft place to land!

A house that is lived in doesn’t always look so picture perfect (oh, you so know what I mean!) … so if you're like me your home teeters precariously on the fringe of grey gardens yet littered with all things in an attempt to be luxurious, poised and palatial ( i.e. high low. )

If your house is anything like mine most days it looks a little bit like a raucous, rococo hoedown.

I can live with that wild menagerie of knick-knacks and bric-a-brac as long as it’s aesthetically pleasing. I can live with the collision of wild pillows and unfolded blankets, footloose and fancy free as long as they’re pretty and fetching. Clusters of colors and mystery waiting to be discovered in all the creases, wrinkles and folds of unkempt.

It‘s truly a selfish venture!

Me, wanting more layers.

Me, creating and making more things to layer. So thus enters my need/want for beguiling, linen-backed velveteen throws in my life.

Something to rekindle my dwindling love for my once-loved, worn-in furniture and decor …. Pops of color and luxe velveteen to give new life to spaces I’ve gazed upon a thousand times.

Making me fall in love again with what I have.

Reminding me why I have it.

Reinventing . Luxe velveteen tempered with natural nature of softened linen...the perfect topper, throw or coverlet for you and your furniture to don. For me, that is the hot ticket.

Pretty and pragmatic.

Velveteen Throws Stash

" Golden Laurels" Velveteen Throws

"Golden Laurels" Velveteen Throw

Linen-backed Velveteen Throws

The vintage-patterned pants by Anthropologie were made for me!

Romance Is Alive!

"Fabled" Velveteen Throw and Pillows

"Folklore" and "Framboise" Linen-Backed Velveteen Throws

Velveteen Throws

Carefree Woodland Velvets

This photo shoot was extra challenging.

It was traipsing props, headboard, foot board, mattress, chandelier piece by piece down a steep hill and then back up again. But how can I complain really? ( oh, how I suffer for art ! )

This is where I work

This is what I do,

and I love it.

Jennifer Lanne

www.jenniferlanne.com

Landscapes and Linen

Because Some things just go together. Peas and carrots. Sweet and Salty.

Landscapes and linen.

Because Some things just go together. Peas and carrots. Sweet and Salty.

Landscapes and Linen.

My, my there's just something about the texture of linen.

The warp and weft.

The rumple and fray.

To enhance it with distressing is divine. ( in my book of worn out things anyway)

Just enough gesso peeking through like a curious. raucous cat.

And then bring on then scenes.

Whether pastoral, sea, bucolic, forest, woodland, babbling brook, cascading waterfall or just plain moody or Hudson River-esque ....I cannot resist.

This Is just a small inaugural batch of original works mind you.

Perfect, petite-sized, loose linen backdrops.

Amongst my many, many plans and pipe dreams is to have loads and loads of these.

Surrounded by every conceivable scene, cloud arrangement, sky and earthen color combo

known ( and unknown) to man ( and woman).

I have just a few personal/diva requests...(demands?) to paint copious amounts :

-More time on my hands (coinciding with equal amount of more energy) -Four extra hands (but will settle for two, as long as they are nimble)

-More space, like primo studio space (as long as I’m asking!) just build me a huge state of the art studio, magnificent views , revolving Kraft food table and/or personal chef, massage on demand (optional)

-A huge do not disturb sign.

ok, well I did say pipe dreams.......

So here they are for your perusal.

All original, true one of a kinds.

Distressed, crinkled and rumpled (as linen loves to do),

raw-edged with just the right amount of fray to keep them from being too prim and pretentious.

Do as you please.

Hang them loose, frame them in.

Either way, I hope you love them as much as I did creating them.

-Jennifer