Location: United States
Jane is a Signature member of the American Society of Marine Artists and the National Association of Women Artists. Her passion is creating artworks about her life-long love affair with water.
She was part of a 3-women exhibition, The Women’s Show, at the Bailey Art Gallery, Hobe Sound, FL. She has had recent solo exhibits Oceana Phenomena at the Cornell Art Museum in Delray Beach(2024), FL.; Navigation Oceana, in Lake Worth, FL(2023); Oceana Phenomena in the Annapolis Maritime Museum, Annapolis, MD and The Studios of Key West, Key West FL(2022), and in 2021 at the Elliott Museum: Portfolios –, A Sea Story Girl. She received of a Florida DOS 2023/2024 Individual Artist Specific Cultural grant, as well as participated in The 41st Schaefer International Marine Art Exhibition, The Sailing Museum, Newport, RI, 19th Annual National Exhibition of Marine Artists, Albany Institute of Art & History and Minnesota Maritime Art Museum, World of Water at The Cornell Museum, Delray Beach, FL, 2-Artist exhibit Emerge Yourself: Art with Purpose, Lake Worth, FL, 2022 Coos Art Museum’s 28th Maritime Art Exhibition, Coos Bay, Oregon and Sensations at the Museum of Arts & Sciences, Daytona Beach, FL. In 2022.
Her film Wisdom of the Waves is an official selection in 33 International Film Festivals and has garnered 13 awards and nine honorable mentions.
She attended California Institute of the Arts and the Alfred G. Glassel Museum School.
Statement: Haro Strait is asea story painting about my adventures up the Salish Sea and side trips gunkholing. My paintings are stories about my unconventional life on the water. Perfect days spent scudding along on the wavelets that reflect diamonds or bashing headlong into waves trying to survive the storm. I am grateful to have an unusual history of waterborne adventures. I want to share my stories and experiences with the audience in hopes of heightening their awareness of its importance, beauty, and fragility.
I have had a fascination, maybe an obsession, with water for as long as I remember. I prefer to be in it, if not in than on and failing that let me stare at it. Watching my childhood sand castles fall to the continued impertinent rolling in of waves and tide captivated me. It was but a miniature version of what happens all around the globe. I grew up in a small Texas fishing village that was underwater at the hint of a tropical storm, from there I moved to a North Carolina coastal fishing village that went under water with the lunar cycles.
Now, much of the coastal areas of the planet have reason to watch their own erosion, subsidence and the rising tides reshape their world. I believe that those people who do not go out on the ocean and witness it’s power and beauty may not understand what happens with the rushing water borne on a storm.
Currents, tides and runoff change the land, scouring some here, depositing some there. It can be beautiful or terrifying. This can manifest into the magic of an ox-bow forming in a river or a beach house undermined and falling into the ocean.
I greatly admire both Georgia O’Keefe and Judy Chicago for using sensuality in their creations to help communicate their point to the audience. I applaud Frank Bowling who switched from figurative painting to an abstract art touched by personal memory and history. I would like to think that I am following their lead, un-afraid.
The process I am using now incorporates alchemy and fluidity mechanisms that have a strong correlation to the subject matter. I am excited about this new approach to my favorite subject.
I want to share my love of the water, its beauty and preoccupation with its power. I have painted this subject many times in many ways but at each attempt my desire burns hotter to continue to “share what I see.”
The oceans are our treasure
the community of organisms that live on, in, or near the seabed, river, lake, or stream bottom, also known as the benthic zone
once a small stream trickling down until it grows into a mighty river and flows out to the sea
the water taketh and the water giveth
The wave came over the side and slapped my in the face like a cold fish, erasing my complacency.
an aquaduct is man's attempt to replicate God's streams