Jacqueline Whitcomb and her husband Marlin reside in Williamstown, Pennsylvania. They have four children and three grandchildren.
At the suggestion of friends, Jacqui has turned her lifetime hobby of painting into a lucrative profession, Whitcomb Designs. Having recently retired, she now has time to enjoy this adventure, along with traveling and camping.
“I’m not an art history student, nor am I very academic in my approach. I’ve read a few ‘How To…’ books, attended a variety of classes and obtained a teaching certification from Folk Art for a particular style of painting. Other artists have been very helpful as well, but primarily I learned and continue to do so by painting, and painting, and painting. I suppose my technique could be generally categorized as impressionist. I like to make bold strokes with multiple contrasting colors loaded on my brush and allow the viewer’s eyes to blend them.”
Jacqui’s work may be viewed on her website http://www.whitcombdesigns.com. Information and pictures are also available on Facebook, along with Pinterest and through the Susquehanna Valley Chapter of the Pennsylvania Guild of Craftsmen.
Painting is a journey for me and each blank canvas is a call to adventure. With the stroke of a brush, I embark upon a quest of self-discovery. It places me on the edge of being someone other than myself, being some place new and exciting, and often the journey leads me to places of profound inner peace. At other times, I’m infused with tremendous energy, such as inspired by the ocean breaking waves upon the shore.
The composition, colors, texture, lighting—they all have impact on me, but when I paint, it’s so much more than just a visual experience. At some point I become lost in the moment. Muscle, memory and universal rhythms guide my hand, and I’m no more consciously directing those forces than a surfer directs the waves beneath his board. For me, a painting opens a portal to another world; one where time ceases to matter.
I paint what I see. I garden, so I paint flowers. My husband and I travel, therefore I paint landscapes. Most often the subjects of my paintings are of the living natural world, but not always. A dead and gnarled tree might appear more beautiful in its own sad way than a newly flowering one, or a foreboding old shack might beckon to imagine its history. Whatever it is, the subjects of my paintings speak to me, and I’m fortunate when I’m listening.
The resulting painting is more like the visual account of my journey, rather than the actual intended destination. It is the direction I started, and those subsequent directions I took, both consciously and otherwise, at each fork in the path. My paintings are the roadmaps of my journeys, and they are important, if not sacred to me. I hope that when people look at one of my paintings, they feel at least a glimmer of the enjoyment that I felt when I discovered it along my journey.