Jacki Kellum is accepting new art students to teach art and design in her Linwood studio.
Jacki Kellum is a proponent of the philosophy that everyone should paint according to their ages and their levels of emotional maturity.
The above drawing was done by Jacki’s 13-year-old student, but the student has been studying with Jacki Kellum for 7 years. She has painted and drawn through every arts maturity level.
The student in the photo above is 12 years old, and she has also been studying art for 7 years with Jacki Kellum. In the preceding photo, you see this student’s study of a fashion model’s face.
Jacki Kellum teaches Drawing, Painting, Fashion Illustration, and Sewing for Textile Art. To teach sewing to children, she teaches how to sew for American Girl Dolls.
Jacki Kellum is currently illustrating a book for former pro baseball player Mark Littell.
White Goose Drawing by Jacki Kellum
Sunflower Painted in Watercolor by Jacki Kellum
Jacki Kellum’s signature watercolor style is highly colorful and free, but her pencil work is detailed and realistic. Jacki teaches students to understand the real before they begin to take freedoms and to try things more abstractly.
To set up an appointment, call or text Jacki Kellum at 609204-9528 or email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Jacki Kellum Has 3 Master’s Degrees
While she was teaching art in schools, Jacki Kellum was named National Teacher of the Year
Fees for Jacki Kellum Art Classes
Private Class: $30 per Hour
Group Class with 4 Students: $20 per Hour
Jacki Kellum Also Designs and Sells Patterns to Sew for American Girl Dolls. The outfit in the above photo was Designed and Sewn by Jacki Kellum.
September 5, 2017 / jackikellum / Comments Off on Come into My Garden Said the Black-Eyed Susan to the Hybrid Tea – Learning to Love Life Through My Garden
Some people are naturally buoyant, but others of us must find ways to elevate our spirits. Writing helps keep my emotions on track.
Drawing and painting help lift me up, too.
But gardening and watching nature day by day is probably my best antidote for the blues.
Even during the winter, I watch the birds outside my window, and I write about how winter changes my perspective.
And I like to paint winter.
I always love to see spring’s arrival. Now, that I live in the North, I love spring more than I ever did before.
And I grow a large variety of irises, and iris time always excites me. My grandmother had a huge iris bed, and my irises keep my grandmother alive.
I also grow a large variety of clematis, but by the time that the clematis are blooming, my garden is shrieking with color.
Early this spring, I bought a large, blooming tropical milkweed plant, and my current reward is that I am watching all of my baby caterpillars munching on the leaves.
Last fall, my header had the above squirrel on it, and I wrote a piece that I titled Winter Comes Too Soon. Moments ago, I was walking around my weed-grown garden, and I was thinking that in only a few weeks, I’ll be writing again about how winter has begun to settle across my lawn. When you read my essay Winter Comes Too Soon, you will probably see that I am not only talking about how another summer is ending, but I am also talking about how the seasons of my life have shifted, too.
I am 67-years-old, and I am no longer the pastel primrose that I once was. I feel more like a field of goldenrod now, and as I begin to look square into the eyes of the latter part of my own autumn, I have begun to notice that cobwebs have been spun from one side of myself to the other, and they have begun to dangle and drop.
Indeed, Winter Comes Too Soon. The surprising thing is that aging has a patina to it, and by the grace of God, as I age, I have begun to discover that there are good things about getting older. I know that I am more mellow than I once was. I have learned to view friendships differently than I ever viewed them before. I have given up a great deal of my tendencies toward perfectionism, and I am finding the eyes to see the beauty of the small, inexpensive things that I had never seen.
Last year, I wrote several hours each day, and that left me no extra time for doing my art and gardening.
The year before, I had gorgeous annuals and perennials blooming in my garden.
But last year, I had fields of poke plants, and one massive wildflower grew that I had never seen in my life. That plant grew to be abut 8′ tall and had large, feathery leaves and woody stalks. Little balls hung from the stalks, and each little ball was topped by what looked like a vintage Chinaman’s cap. Ultimately, little yellow flowers popped out from the tops of the balls. It was an amazing thing to watch. That tall weed or wildflower was a few feet from my back door, and every time that I went outside, I saw it. It was almost as though God chose to give me a special gift to replace the garden that I had allowed to slip away.
During the summer of 2015, my garden was controlled and my waterfall was beautiful and clear. Last year, I never started the pumps for my waterfall, and my pond was brackish and dark. I was disappointed that without my care and nudging, many of my perennials elected not to show last year. But because I allowed some of the wilder things in my garden to have a chance to grow, I saw a different kind of beauty. It was a mellower kind of beauty that had a natural patina.
“A weed is but an unloved flower.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Several times before, I have written that I question the line that is drawn between weeds and flowers. By many standards, I am probably a weed, but I enjoy the comfort and the freedom of growing the way that I seem to want to grow.
“Come into my garden,” said the black-eyed Susan to the hybrid tea.
August 26, 2017 / jackikellum / Comments Off on Happy National Dog Day – German Shepherd Dog Drawn by Jacki Kellum – Tribute to Former Pro Baseball Player Mark Littell
Today is National Dog Day, and I thought that this would be a good time to share my most recent dog drawing.
Fritz – A German Shepherd Dog Drawn in Pencil by Jacki Kellum
This is an iPhone photo of a drawing that I have begun of what I believe Mark Littell’s dog Fritz looked like. Mark Littell is about to release his second memoir book Country Boy Conveniently Wild. This new book is about Mark’s childhood before he became a professional baseball player and pitched for the St. Louis Cardinals and the Kansas City Royals. Mark and I grew up together, and he has asked me to do some drawings for his book. That is my main project now.
Sunflower – Watercolor Painted by Jacki Kellum
Most people only know that I can paint wild, colorful flowers, but when something doesn’t call for a wild, colorful flower, I can also draw, and I would say that to lllustrate Mark’s childhood, I won’t need many florals.
Mark and Eric Littell and Fritz
This drawing is a close-up study of the head of one of the geese that I am drawing for Mark’s book. One of Mark’s stories is about a flock of geese this his dad bought to weed the cotton fields. The geese terrorized Mark and his younger brother Eric.
Mark and I grew up in Gideon, Missouri. In the class photo above, I am on the top row–the second person from the left.
Mark Littell’s Senior Picture
Mark Littell was a good-looking boy who was about three years younger than I, but because our families were friends and took trips together. I knew Mark fairly well. Mark recently reminded me that our families would frequently go to a little local restaurant [it was not much more than a diner] for Sunday dinner. The restaurant was named The Clarktonian [the Clarktonian is situated in the town Clarkton]. The Clarktonian was one of those places that had great coffee and a wall of homemade pies. Rich and creamy, homemade coconut pie in buttery and crispy crust comes to my mind.
Mark’s first book On the Eighty Day God Made Baseball is filled with stories about the days that Mark played ball first for the Kansas City Royals and second for the St. Louis Cardinals. You can buy the book at Amazon Here
Mark’s second book will be titled: Country Boy Conveniently Wild. Both Mark and I are country people and both of us are pleased to be able to look back at how growing up in the country has enriched our lives. In the above image, you see the initial marks that I made, as I began to draw a country mail box.
Here is that same mail box, a few hours later. The drawing is still incomplete and messy. One of the stories that Mark Littell tells in his new book is about the “loco” weed that grew wild along the ditch banks and country roads of our rural home. In the above drawing, I am practicing weed drawing. This isn’t Mark’s loco weed. I’ll leave that to your imagination. I work on several pieces a little bit each day. That helps keep me fresh. This is just day 1 on the mail box. It will get better. I am using #2 Ticonderoga pencil and Ebony pencil for my drawings. I’ll probably paint this, too .
For a while, drawing and painting farm scenes was done so very much that it became hokey, and as I embrace the challenge to illustrate my country heritage, I want to avoid hokey sentimentality. I live on the New Jersey Shore now. My current home is close to Philadelphia and to New York City–far away from the cotton fields that cradled me as a child, but I cherish my childhood in rural Southeast Missouri, and I want my drawings to express some of the dignity, as well as some of the softness and some of the rustic vintageness that is part of country living.
Be looking for Mark’s new book, which should be released before the new year. I’ll be drawing and painting several things about the country between now and then. I’ll keep you posted.