Location: United States
Midwest native, Jennifer Hannigan-Green
is a figurative abstract painter. Originally, a landscape painter illustrating
her walk through
nature, Jennifer’s style has changed over the years becoming more simplified
and expressive, illustrating her walk
through life.
Her work shares deep, personal moments. She captures emotional stories
through her use of color and shapes. Jennifer has had her paintings shown
throughout the world from Paris, France to St. Louis, Missouri and has received
an American Art Award two years in a row.
But I am more than just a painter. I am a daughter, a wife, a mother, a teacher
and even a youth basketball coach. I love to visit new places and learn and see
new things. I enjoy being in nature from listening to the waves at the beach to
feeling the wind rustle through the forest. My
experiences from these other parts of my life inspire my work, giving me a
voice to share and connect with others through my art.
These moments capture the journey together as a family from motherhood to friendship
Siblings have a unique bond. When siblings are close, they create a relationship that surpasses any friendship. They enjoy each other's company; they have fun with each other; they connect with each. They are like peas in a pod.
One of my earliest memories of my dad is when we were playing in a lake. He was right behind me, holding my hands as I kicked and played in the water. If I wobbled, he was there to hold me up. If I fell, he was there to help me. If I stepped away, he would let me go, but was always there to support me. Love connected us and allowed me to take on the world, knowing that he will be right behind me - just like he did was I was little.
Prayer can be very powerful. It unites us with our Creator, brings us inner peace, and allows us to release our worries. When we pray, we are never alone. Our loved ones are in our prayers - always.
After losing my grandmother, life must go on. Holding my son's hand, we walk together, but we are never alone. My grandmother is always there, too, holding our hands, squeezing them just like she always did to let us know she loved us.
“Siblings...Peas in a pod”
“Memories... of love”
“Always...in my prayers”
“Always... holding hands”
