Twin Art

Today I went to my friend Karmin & her twin Anie’s birthday party. I had a set of abstract paintings that were mostly done & needed a little something extra. They’re what I call “sister” paintings, meaning I made them using the same color palette at the same time. I wanted to further connect them, so on each of the four sides of the panels, there are elements that cross the edge & correspond with the sister painting. You can either consciously hang them the same direction in your separate rooms or homes, consciously hang them oppositionally, or just hang them however you prefer just knowing that however you hang this painting has no effect on your bond.

I just thought it was a cool idea & will definitely be doing more in the future.



Mood Board Monday-SunRays Through Algae

Similar to my last post, I’m trying to figure how I most want to present myself to the world/ figure out who my client is. SunRays Through Algae is one of the first abstract works I was truly proud of after Calvin was born in 2016. I couldn’t seem to get excited about painting animals, which is what I was doing previous to him being born. I made about dozens of paintings, just trying to get out emotions, focusing more on the process over product.

Mood boards are a fun way for people to see my work in the context of a space & similar color scheme. Obviously I don’t expect the buyer of my work to have dark blue walls, yellow accent rugs, & purple lipstick, but I think it would be really cool if I intuitively made this piece for that person.

There’s a lot that I didn’t include in the image. To see more of the mood board, please visit my Pinterest



Pigeon Painting Mood Board

Pinterest is my jam. When it first came on the scene, I spent hours upon hours planning Nick & my future wedding, closet, babies & home…& most importantly my art studio.

I have upwards of 48k pins. 0.0 I am an extremely visual person, but jeez, that’s a lot of time spent planning & not doing. Turns out all that pinning really helped me figure out more about who I am as a person, what my aesthetic is & what I want in life. The past week or so I’ve been trying to organize my boards, deleting pins that don’t “spark joy.” It’s a work in progress.

While going through one of my boards, I thought it would fun to make a mood board for one of my paintings, taking items from my existing pins within the color scheme. I went into my Pinterest analytics to see which of my paintings was most popular. Unfortunately, I have not been very good at promoting my own work. In my top 25 (or however many) pins, there’s only 3 of my own pieces. What’s my top pin? A cement planter made with old brooches. It’s a really cool project but it doesn’t have anything to do with me. Second top pin is a pair of shoes.

My third top pin is a picture of two of my paintings I did last year for Tryst Gallery’s LAX show. The pigeon was the first animal that popped in my head when I thought about from my time in LA. & the painting on the right was done using colors I was vibing from baby Daisy in utero. I’ve decided to keep that one as it still screams Daisy to me.

If this was a (Pinterest) fan favorite, I wanted to amplify it. I had to post in my shop first as it is available…most of them are. [:/ There’s still about a hundred pieces I need to list, but that’s a job for another day.] I posted it in my shop, made a post for my FB & IG with a taggable product linking to the item on my website, I also changed the link on the pin to go to my website. I’m not sure if that was the best choice, though.

Past me had already done so much of the work. I just glanced over a few of my favorite boards & put in a few keywords & made a board on Pinterest, then picked out some of my favorite images from the board & brought them in photoshop. I moved them around for about 10 minutes until I was satisfied with the layout.

I want to get better at visualizing my work in other people’s homes, to imagine an ideal client for each work.

“Pigeon Squared” by June Jewell  20”x20”x1.5” acrylic on canvas. $500

“Pigeon Squared” by June Jewell  20”x20”x1.5” acrylic on canvas. $500

Is this something I’m going to do for each artwork? Definitely not. It’s way too time consuming. The only reason I was able to paint these paintings, pin the pins, & write this blog is because I kept taking breaks from them to feed, change, & play with my kiddos . I’d much rather spend time with them, but I’m trying to show my children that I need to focus my attention elsewhere sometimes.

I’m trying to get better about doing work during the day & better utilizing my time. Here’s to hoping.


Art is not precious

I keep hearing on podcasts & seeing that phrase, “art is not precious” I have so many pieces that I’d be super bummed if they got one more spot on them, but I probably have just as many that I want to keep exploring. Below is two paintings that I’ve further explored. They were pretty & all & some people have preferred them in the ‘before’ stage, but since they’re not buying I get to finish them how I please. They were both hanging out in our spare room, propped up against the wall for about a year. I tried to place them around the house, bring them out for open studios, & at different venues, but they were just too bold for this area.

Part of my #100daysofjj challenge is to go outside my comfort zone. Is there a piece that just isn’t working for you that you could dive back into?

My most recent work, painted over a piece from last year.

My most recent work, painted over a piece from last year.

Left the edges the same so you can see the transformation.

Left the edges the same so you can see the transformation.

The before.

The before.

The ‘after’ of another painting that was lingering around the house for a year untouched.

The ‘after’ of another painting that was lingering around the house for a year untouched.

The ‘before’.

The ‘before’.


Both paintings are still available. Contact me for more information.

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June Russett

Growing up, I (almost) always loved my name. June Jewell. “Is that your real name?” “Let me guess. Were you born in June?” “Ooh, I like your name. You sound like a rockstar!” “Oh, that’s original!”

Turns Out it’s not, unfortunately. It is still an awesome name, but not original. I wasn’t even the only June Jewell living in Virginia. There’s a CPA & author living in Alexandria, I think. I’ve gotten her evites & eBay notifications to my email. There are others in the country, 8 total, I think. You have to scroll down a bit to find my website, a domain I’ve had for 15? years.

I’m not technically…legally June Jewell anymore. I’ll be married 4 years in June. I thought I’d keep the June Jewell for my art, but I’m June Russett now. What comes up when you google June Russett? A comment I wrote on a Chik-fil-a Facebook page about how they shouldn’t use styrofoam…to which they responded something about a lot of people liking them or some other nonsense. There’s not much else.

I’m hoping this blog post will show up, too.

Oh, & if you found this blog post trying to find money tips from a professional, you’ve come to the wrong place. While you’re here, though, take a look at my art. It’s pretty good. :)

I had to go back a little ways for a picture of me on my phone.

I had to go back a little ways for a picture of me on my phone.


Grouping & editing art

Honestly I added the flowers to these two to go with this one, but I don’t know that it’s my favorite use of my three options.

Honestly I added the flowers to these two to go with this one, but I don’t know that it’s my favorite use of my three options.

One of my favorite things about having so much inventory is planning out different gallery wall setups. I’ve got to get better about staging my work so that everyone can see my process.

I don’t usually have the luxury of picking a few pieces to display in my own home, because I don’t have many places to store my work, so I try to hang up as much as I can & I do love having it all up too.

I was asked to bring 3 pieces into a local shop. 3? Just three? How can I possibly pick? I have over a hundred works available. Hard. I knew that I wanted at least 1 mama & child portrait & I made one a few days ago that I was especially keen on using in that space, so what to do with it?

Editing is fun, but not always my strong suit. I narrowed it down to 10…which is progress from my bigger pile. One things that helps me figure out is to lay them out on the out one the floor in different scenarios. This morning I stole a blanket from the couch to use as a neutral background. It makes me wish I could paint one wall a bit of a dark gray. It makes my colorful work pop.

I like to mix things up & have a variety of subjects within a similar color palette. I’ve been told a few times that people can tell my art by my colors, which is funny to me, because I use so many, but rarely many warmer tones.

I’m still not 100% which I’ll bring, but at least I have some visuals to help me figure it out.

I like the idea of using this piece on wood. I want to do more similar to it, so I want to test it in the real world.

I like the idea of using this piece on wood. I want to do more similar to it, so I want to test it in the real world.

I definitely love this framed piece. It’s not an obvious choice, but it really makes the blues in the mama portrait pop.

I definitely love this framed piece. It’s not an obvious choice, but it really makes the blues in the mama portrait pop.

If I wanted to do two mama portraits.

If I wanted to do two mama portraits.

Getting a little carried away. Is 5 ok?

Getting a little carried away. Is 5 ok?

Nope. I don’t like how it’s bigger in the middle, nor do I like how loud that light blue space is on the middle bottom piece. Maybe if these were all part of a bigger display…

Nope. I don’t like how it’s bigger in the middle, nor do I like how loud that light blue space is on the middle bottom piece. Maybe if these were all part of a bigger display…

Oooh, I like the framed piece, but the pink in it is maybe too loud.

Oooh, I like the framed piece, but the pink in it is maybe too loud.



closer, but still no.

closer, but still no.

Probably too big for the space, but I love that chartreuse color popping out all over.

Probably too big for the space, but I love that chartreuse color popping out all over.


Portrait of sabrina 9/100

I forgot to finish this post, so let’s revisit.

Today is day 9 of my #100daysofjj challenge & I’ve finished my fourth painting. I’m maybe 1/3 of the way finished with another self portrait.

…& now she’s done. Here’s a peek at my process.

I started April 1st with the sketch & finished on April 9th, working on it here & there, occasionally skipping a day.

Please contact me if you’re interested in a portrait, lock in the Mother’s Day Special pricing now-May-12th.

Mother’s Day Special

Gouache (black & white)

5”x5”/5”x7” $45 (-$5)

8”x10” $50 (-$10)

Acrylic (color)

8”x10” $125 (-$25)

9”x12” $140 (-$30)

11”x14” $180 (-$30)

16”x20” $370 (-$30)

I will also be offering gift certificates to give as gifts to go toward the portrait (or other available artwork) of choice.

If you would like to here more about these offers, different sizes, shipping costs, etc., please email me at

If you’re a NOVA local,

I will be hosting an open house Sunday, May 5th.

I will have all of my current Mother & Child portraits on display & available for sale as well as my other abstract & animal works.

Please come & see them all in person as pictures do not do the works justice.

A quick sketch on the canvas.

A quick sketch on the canvas.

Getting close, just need some details.

Getting close, just need some details.

She’s complete.

She’s complete.

I love to match up my representational work with my abstract work. If I don’t have a piece that matches, I sometimes make a new one to match.

I love to match up my representational work with my abstract work. If I don’t have a piece that matches, I sometimes make a new one to match.

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Mama model call

This blog post started out as a response to an email I received asking about a post I did on FB. Two days ago, on a whim, I decided to put a post asking for local WOC mamas that might be interested in having me paint them.

Over 50 women responded, some sent photos, some did not, some are white, most are not, all are beautiful.

I’m having a hard time deciding who to choose. I wish I would’ve had everyone send me photos beforehand, but was met with such overwhelming response that I have more than enough info to pick a few mamas. I am loving the outreach. I don’t usually get that big of a response from my posts, but love that this is the one that stood out to others.

All of the portrait paintings that I’ve done so far have been either of friends or women that I’ve found & asked permission from online. So many of the women that I’ve reached out to in the past were white, because that’s what seems to be the easiest to find. Instagram is where I have found most of my previous references when typing in relevant hashtags, such as #pregnantmama or #motherandchild I was seeing that a majority of the posts were white women. Fine, but I want to show more diversity in my work. So I started typing in more specific hashtags, such as #blackwomenbreastfeed or #latinamamas or #asianmother & was met with a bunch of memes or women that didn’t speak English or women that wouldn’t respond to my messages.

I live in a majority white community in Purcellville. Whenever we venture East, my son becomes curious about people’s skin tones, food, & culture. I want him to know more about the people of the world...people that don’t look like him.

My favorite subject right now to paint is mothers with their children in all their beauty. Painting strong women is one of the many ways I hope to expose my children to how I love & accept others. Historically , our society has portrayed women as the weaker sex & men in power in this country are often white. While everything has “worked out just fine” for many, I tend to think there’s a lot of improvement to be done.

I want to give “ordinary moms” an opportunity to feel special, while loving on their children. Some of my favorite captured moments are breastfeeding, baby wearing, pregnancy, & snuggles. I love when the image takes up the whole canvas, showing the closeness of the bond.

I wish I could paint everyone that reached out & might just do that over time. I posted in two groups & got over 50 responses, so that would take about a year, but would be a fun project.

Right now though I’m taking a few moms that are interested in purchasing, which will become priority & a few that have not suggested whether or not they would purchase, but that I feel will add to my portfolio in one way or another.

Ideally I’ll get to take pictures of a few moms on the same day, art direct them a bit & have some pictures to paint from. I am also interested in learning more about the women I choose & hope that they share a bit of their story to post along with the final piece.

One of the main reasons I’m doing this so that my art can be my own. I’m not using some stranger from the internet’s photo, potentially taken by another artist (photographer). I don’t want the images to be overly staged, just casual, candid images capturing the love between family. I feel like I’m finally at a place to take another step with my art, I’m excited that my community wants to support me in my climb.

Thank you to all who reached out. I will be contacting my choices on/by Sunday.




#100daysofjj starts tomorrow. This means 100 days of unapologetic creativity. 100 days of stepping out of my comfort zone to create art that I otherwise would not. 100 days of june jewell.

I will be slowing down my process, reevaluating previous works, diving back into mediums I have not touched in ages.

I would like to explore different aspects of my creativity as well as ways to make my practice more eco friendly.

My theme is vague. I want to give myself wiggle room. I also know that I need to be firm about some things. I need to get better about so much in my practice, such as documenting my work on my website (but hopefully that’ll be easier with the new Squarespace app), organizing supplies & products, keeping up with administrative duties, utilizing supplies I already have, etc.

I also have to remember that I am a mom of a nearly 3 year old & nearly 3 month old babe & to act accordingly. No ones life is dependent on this challenge. It’s a fun thing.

Here’s a list of things I would like to do within the next 100 days. I don’t expect to do them all. In fact, I know I’ll be doing a lot of “safe” work as I already have a few paintings lined up. With these, I just hope to be more mindful & patient I’m giving myself options, though.

⭕️Paint over an unloved work

⭕️Make a wood burned piece on reclaimed wood

⭕️Make a collage-preferably over a painting on paper

⭕️Step back into embroidery

⭕️Visibly mend a beloved garment

⭕️Explore painting on an upcycled 3D substrate (looking forward to this)

⭕️Carve my lino block that’s been staring at me for months

⭕️Document an adventure with my children

⭕️Collaborations, with Calvin, with friends

⭕️Create a sculpture out of recycled parts

I have a habit of starting things & not finishing. Last year’s #jj100daystocomplete was a journey into completing finished works I had piled in the studio. The hashtag has 25 pictures. Oi, so much for completing the task, which was the whole theme in the first place. I actually got a lot of work that I’m proud of during that time, but very little of it was completing old work, I mostly made new work & did a not so great job of documenting it. I was rushing through it all & some of it is quite obvious.

This year’s challenge starts with me painting over a work that I did during last year’s challenge. It’s a large piece that I’m going to give myself the whole 100 days to work on. I will work on it in between projects. I have a bit of it taped off & will be keeping parts of it until the end.

This Is the piece I didn’t in last year’s challenge. I will be painting over most of it within the next 100 days. 

This Is the piece I didn’t in last year’s challenge. I will be painting over most of it within the next 100 days. 

mom life


Nearly two months ago, I had the distinct pleasure of welcoming my beautiful daughter into the world. She is a beam of light & love. Calvin is the absolute best big bro (minus his obsession with constantly booping her nose). He loves her, as we all do, so immensely.

My sweet “Star Gazer” was 10 lbs., 21.5 in. & I birthed her naturally. This birth was more painful than my first & became the most painful & powerful moment of my life so far. I’m so excited to watch her & her brother grow & learn together. She is already such a happy girl, smiling at family with her mouth, but also with her eyes.

She was such a strong creative muse to me during my pregnancy & still is now that she’s born. I’ve been super fortunate to have my mama here with us from New Mexico these first few months so that I’ve been able to heal & prepare for life as a mom of two while trying to maintain a creative practice.

Since Daisy was been born, I’ve been involved in 4 art exhibitions & probably 30 paintings! February was a big month for me. It was for me last year too, but I lost momentum when I got pregnant late March & then was brought down with serious morning (all day) sickness until about month 7. I know that it’s going to take a while to get things in line, balancing raising two beautiful children, keeping house, & continuing to grow my small business, but I’m excited about the challenge.

Photo by Micah Simmons Photography

Photo by Micah Simmons Photography

My work featured at Tryst Gallery in Leesburg. Photo by Kris Loya

My work featured at Tryst Gallery in Leesburg. Photo by Kris Loya

Me at a Meet the artist event. My work hangs from Feb. -March 2019.

Me at a Meet the artist event. My work hangs from Feb. -March 2019.

My sweet children.

My sweet children.

MAma & babe color series

I’m laying here in bed after a long night of either Braxton Hicks or very early mild contractions. I’ve got my 2.5 year old Spud snuggled up asleep in my arm & thinking about what is potentially my last one on one date for a long while with my husband we have planned later on today. He’s asleep too & snoring. This is my growing family. I’m 38w2d pregnant with my little girl & she’s starting to show signs she’s ready to join us out in the real world.

Squarespace got a new app, so hopefully that’ll mean me posting more, though I have no clue what life as a mama of two will be like.

I wanted to post about my recent works. On Dec. 1st, I decided I would start a series called Until She’s Here. I had originally intended on doing one or two very simplistic color abstracts, & I did do a few, but then I also have done 3 colorful mama & babe portraits.

In August I started doing these mama & baby black & white portraits, which were unlike anything I had done previously. It’s been so incredible to see the creativity that this pregnancy has brought me.

The second, more colorful work. Reference:

The second, more colorful work. Reference:

The first of the series I did.

The first of the series I did.

This one is the most recent & I think my favorite so far.  reference:

This one is the most recent & I think my favorite so far.


These have been so fun. I can’t wait to do more & already have a few references picked out.

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Breastfeeding Month

I spent this August, breastfeeding awareness month, illustrating mamas & their babes. I did over 55+ portraits & loved every minute of it. Normalizing breastfeeding is something I've been a huge advocate for since before my son was born over two years ago. This is something I'd like to start offering in my practice. Let me know if you'd be interested, shoot me an email at 

mom life

Baby Numero Dos

Well, I know this is a bit late to be writing about this. Heck, it's been much too long since I've done anything with my website, :| but I am 21.5 weeks pregnant! Calvin Milo will be getting a baby sister near the end of the year & we couldn't be more thrilled. 

This is Calvin May 2016 & little spudette August 2018. I was trying to compare the two. I think she's got more of my nose. :P

I will be launching a new custom product offer soon! Super excited!



Creative Business Q&A

It's happened again. I've gone months without even thinking about my blog. :|

So much has happened. I am taking part in a number of projects right now. I have started a drop-in play toddler program at the local roller skating rink, I've created & sold a bunch of paintings, taken part in 8 exhibits, I'm taking part in #100dayproject in which I'm trying to make & market my first collection....maybe 2, taking 2 courses on creative business, as well as being mom & wife. 

I will hopefully loop back around to the other projects, but today I want to share some of the questions that were asked of one of the courses I'm taking. I don't give much thought to the past. Sometimes when I paint, I feel like I just paint, but I get a sense it's more than that & answering these questions really made me reflect on my 'Why?' 

Q: What is the first memory you have connected to your creating art?

A: Apparently I was quite creative very early on, but my earliest art memory is from around age 9(?). I did a chalk pastel drawing of Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’ My mom placed it over the photo on the calendar in our kitchen. She turned many months over, always replacing the drawing over the calendar’s picture. The next year it was a different painting. Before that, I felt like the thing to aspire to was to get on the fridge, but this was different. This was seeing that someone, even if it was my mom saw a place for my art in the world. 



Q: What is the most profound experience you’ve had as an artist in your life (if you had to pick just one, in this moment)?

A:When a friend got cancer, I didn’t have any money to give her, so I thought of the next best thing, I would raise funds by selling paintings & giving her the proceeds. The paintings weren’t really selling as I had hoped. This news along with other life dramas, I began to sink myself into my work, doing a lot of meditative painting & a lot of visualization which lead to some (not very beautiful, but very cathartic) abstract works. 

I decided to hold a class to teach one particular method I had developed for my own “art therapy.” It was pretty successful & I ended up doing a few more of these classes, but soon got a little burnt out as I was bringing up a lot of my own junk along with my students. I would like to return to doing these classes as I feel it benefited a lot of people. 

Q: How are the two connected?

A: At first glance the 2 might not have much in common, but I think more about all that was going on in my life around age 9 & about how I likely suppressed a fair amount, which in turn lead me to seek an outlet in my work later on. 

Giving Tuesday

Ok, so what happens when you don't sell anything during your holiday sales, but you still want to give back? I usually take a small portion towards every sale & put it towards a charity I've chosen. This year, however, money is tight, which is a bummer, but also a great time to be thankful & grateful for all that we do have. Even though times are tough, especially with me staying home, we still have food in our bellies, clothes on our back, a roof over our head, & each other. What more could one ask for? 

I'm always wanting to give back, to support causes that I believe in. I wish taxes worked like that. Put your share towards a select few categories: education, environmental preservation, infrastructure, healthcare, etc. That the people got to decide where their money was spent & that it was being utilized in the most effective & productive ways. That's not how it works, though. So, whenever there's a little bit extra, I sneak it towards something I'm passionate about & when there's not elven a little extra, I give away art. It makes me feel good knowing that someone's found my art & taken it home for their walls.  

Last year, I put a few goodie bags around town, three with prints & one with an original painting. 

This year, I've done a few art abandon drops, but this is my biggest piece yet. It's actually a kind of selfish give. There's this episode of FRIENDS where Joey tells Phoebe there's no such thing as a selfless act of kindness, because if it makes you feel good to give, it's selfish. This is that in kind of minor way. It's a selfish act, for sure. I wish I could give more...always, but this will do for today. When I thought about what to give, a couple pieces came to mind. The blue dog! It's such a heavy, clunky piece & I've been moving it around, not sure where or even how to hang it. Someone will see it, though, & hopefully just feel like they've found a treasure. 

How would you feel if you found art that spoke to you? 

If you're an artist, have you ever abandoned work? If not, I highly recommend it. Even if it's a print, it might just make someone's day. 

Whatever you do, find some way to spread the love everyday. 

Much love, 


Tears Bring Change

The past two years have been a roller coaster of emotion. I'm just going to straight out say it: I am not at all happy with this administration. Every single day something has happened that has made me audibly sigh, shake my head, cry, or just feel defeated. I have found solace in my art & it has been extremely therapeutic to me. I feel the need to paint everyday & have painted almost everyday. My art varies in style, medium, & technique from time to time, but it's all the same outlet.

Last week, I was listening to this podcast, The Jealous Curator: Art For Your Ear with Danielle Krysa. She was saying something sweet about a guest that she had on & her enthusiasm made my eyes well. I used to frequent her blog, the jealous curator, years ago, but something happened & it fell off of my radar. About two months ago, I stumbled across this podcast & listen to it every night in my studio as I paint. I started at the beginning, because, if I know something's going to be good, that's what I must do. Maybe it's FOMO, I don't know. I'm hooked.

Anyway, I emailed her, thanking her for her work in writing about artists, talking to artists, & launching many emerging artist's careers. I told her how I cried & I felt comfortable in saying so to a total stranger because it did not feel as though she was one. I had, after all, listened to her talk, sometimes about personal things for hours on end. Something has to be said for being vulnerable to the world & allowing strangers to feel as though they're not alone & as though they're friends. I have, of course, had characters in books & in tv or movies that I've related to, but never really felt this sort of belonging. 

She responded to my email & I read the email in her voice, which I only really do with people I've known my entire life. It sparked something in me. I don't expect we'll be friends, having tea & baked goods, but this fandom is new for me. It felt as though she has been my cheerleader, pushing me forward in my work, which is so nice. Every episode had gems of wisdom, which I feel are meant for me & I only wish I had written them all down. 

Danielle said something a couple episodes back about reading interview answers that brought her to tears & again, I cried. Tonight, I listened & Sally Taylor was on & she said something that I thought was funny at first, but then felt true. It was something along the lines of "tears are the iceberg around your heart melting." I live my happy day with Calvin. We don't have to talk about anything in particular. The outside world does not matter much when I'm with him. But then, Nick brings him up to bed, & suddenly the news of the world falls on me. I have to listen, at least a little. How could I not? I want to be at least mildly informed. 

Since these last couple cries, I've felt lighter. I've felt a change in the air & I'm excited again. Last month, I sold 4 paintings. It had been a bit of a dry patch, mostly because I'm terrible at marketing & listing new work. I'm trying to get better. I have been thinking more about the future & what I want to do with my business. I have goals again & it feels good.

much love,






About Me

I've decided to take part in another Instagram/ creative challenge for the month of November. This one is a wood burning challenge hosted by @woodburncorner with #burntnovember  The tasks are every other day, so already pretty relaxed compared to the 30 paintings in 30 days challenge from September. I have already come to terms with the fact that I might not complete them all. I have not even uploaded all of my work from the 30 in 30challenge to my website, I have a few commissions that are pretty urgent, & Christmas is coming up. One solution is to kill a few birds with one stone & word burn some of the Christmas presents this year. Most of the people I gift to are not on Instagram, so it works out.  

Day 1 is titled "About Me." I knew immediately what I wanted to do. It was simple, quick, & is the easiest way to show me, my logo. Back to back jj. June Jewell. I love my name. I got made fun of plenty for it growing up. There was a short period in middle school I wanted people to call me Katie, but other than that, I have always loved my name. 


Who am I though? 

Now that I'm married & have a son, I feel like I push myself to the back burner constantly. I don't really feel myself or think about myself much at all until my husband comes home from work. On the whole, I'm ok with it, but sometimes, I just want to lock myself in a room for a weekend & paint. I haven't shopped for clothing for me in the 16 months since his birth...minus a couple shirts from the thrift store. I don't shower like I used to, which is fine. I've really decided that I was quite wasteful with water. I forget to brush my hair after showering & it sometimes becomes a tangled mess. I have to push myself to eat meals & drink water. I don't sleep much anymore. My husband & I don't have s much time together. I feel like these are normal mom things. I know I'm not alone in this, but it's still hard.   

I have been asked "how are you?" like 600 times in the past two years since I've become pregnant & had Calvin. I don't know if I've answered honestly once. Sometimes I'll say "tired," but mostly I'm "fine." That's a loaded word. Sometimes it means "ugh, things could be better" & sometimes it's just such an automatic response. I feel like "how are you?" is very rarely sincere these days & I only really answer sincerely when I feel it's being asked by someone that's genuinely curious. A cashier will ask, but not answer when I ask in response. A neighbor will ask while passing on the sidewalk, but keep walking before I've opened my mouth. 

Each day parts of me lose a little bit of faith in humanity, while other parts know how truly great humans can be. Raising a child has always been difficult, but I feel like now, with all of this knowledge (& "alternative facts") out there, it can be so dang stressful to get through one decision. I need an outlet for these emotions & painting soothes me like nothing else. 

My son is my world. He is the smartest, sweetest child I could've asked for & I am so blessed that I can stay home with him. Someone asked me recently to describe my day in as few words as possible. "Day mom, night artist." I need this time when he's asleep to be me, to turn off the mom in me. I usually have a laundry list of things that I'd like to do during this time & am bummed when I just want to paint or am too tired to get much of anything done.

I've painted my whole adult life, sometimes once a week or month, sometimes I would go months without putting brush to canvas. This year, I have not feel right if I have not been painting or being creative in some way every single day. I'm trying to figure out a way to dive deeper into my subconscious, I guess, to paint what I cannot say, which means exploring different types of works.

I don't get around to the administrative portion of my practice nearly as much as I would like to. There are always pieces to upload, prints to order, portfolio stuff, marketing, emails to send, the newsletter, updating facebook or instagram, blogging, etc. I figure, I'll catch up when I don't feel the need to be as creative or if I hit a block.

Trying to make everything in your feed look unified & cohesive is exhausting & I've given up. My art is what comes out. It's not very focused, it doesn't all look alike. I have cute & colorful animals right alongside random & messy abstracts. I use whatever colors my hands gravitate towards, I don't have a set pallette. Not a lot of thought goes into my work. It's all very intuitive. I spend too much time in my head during the day. My art is where my head goes to shut off for a bit.  

Well, enough of this rambling. I really should get some sleep, so I can try to make sense of life again tomorrow. 

Much Love,


Me, Too.


Me, too. Where do I start?

It all started last night when I saw this post on Facebook

If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too." as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.

The first time I saw it, I considered posting, but hesitated. Why?

I then saw it again 3 times before I decided to post. Between posting & falling asleep, another 6 friends had posted & by morning at least 20 friends (my mom included), had posted.

This is not ok. This should not be normal. This is not normal. You know it's all around you. Sexual assault & harassment are happening all the time, right alongside racism, xenophobia, homophobia, sexism, disability discrimination, transphobia, ageism, sizeism, etc. 

I was not raped, but have had things happen that I am able to move on from, even some that I know I've suppressed, times when all I can remember is a dark cloud looming.

For me, this is in the past. Not to say that I am immune from it happening again, but that this is not currently something that I deal with. So many other human beings, girls, boys, women, men, transgender folks struggle with this on a daily basis.  I say humans first, because that’s what we are even though I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, I am a person & do not deserve to be treated as “less than.” 

My experiences started out with your typical cat calling & slow driver. I don't remember how old I was the first time, but I couldn't have been more than 12. When men followed me, as a pedestrian or slowly in their vehicles, which happened a lot throughout my life, I would tense up. There's not much you can do. Scream? Run? Pray? 

"Where are you off to? Need a ride?" 

"Uh, no thank you. " 

Luckily, that was always enough. They would either speed off, I would lose them by going into a space space, or they would lose interest.  Sometimes I would write down a license plate, sometimes I would go back home, sometimes go into a fast food restroom to rinse my face or have a good cry. I had men try to follow me home & I had to hang out a grocery store until I felt safe, but never speaking up. 

I may have told a security guard a time or two, but my concerns were always met with "you can hang out here for a bit" which is basically the equivalent to a shrug. 

I don't know what it exactly that makes you feel ashamed of being the victim of harassment. Maybe I thought that no one would believe me? Maybe I thought I was the only one? Maybe I thought that I had done something, had I dressed too provocatively? Was I walking a certain way? Should I not be where I am? What about me said “talk to me”?

Nothing. It was not about me, but took me years to figure that out.  

Watching my friends around me blossom was difficult, I was small-chested & made to feel inferior about it. I was told by a boy in middle school that no one would marry me unless I “growed boobies.” It’s laughable now, but really hurt then. It hurt when the world around me showed women as these curvy beings, the girls around me were buying& filling in bras, & all I had for the longest time was protruding nipples. 

The internet was a whole other world. It is so much easier to harass people that you cannot see. Strangers asking to see pictures of you nude, asking where you live, how old are you, what are you wearing, etc. They didn’t care that I was a minor, they wouldn’t have cared if I was ugly or had no boobs. They were just there, chatting away, jerking off over the slightest thing.  

I had just moved to CA from MN & was just trying to make new friends my age, but instead was having conversations with much older men that lied about being teenage girls so that they could meet up for a smoothie. I only know this because it happened twice! Once I was with another friend of mine & we were able to flee & another time I had a bad sense of things when I showed up & turned around. 

By 15, many of my friends were bragging about having sex. I was a "prude" & ok with that. 

In 10th grade, I wrote a poem in a school journal about being raped. I wasn’t raped, but felt like I knew how easy it was to be raped & no one would know or care. My English teacher, a woman, never commented, but did sign her initials next to the entry letting me know that she had either read it, or at least had checked that it was done. 

At 16, I had my first boyfriend. He was very sweet at first. Then, maybe 2 weeks in, he became a sex crazed, hormonal nightmare. He was always pressing me to do more than I felt comfortable & blamed me for his blue balls. I knew, though, that wasn’t right. I didn’t need that. I dumped him. He made sure to let me know a few days later that some other girl had "given it up" & was a much better kisser. Whatever. 

So many boys were pressuring to have sex or to do any sort of sexual act. 

Friendliness was very often mistaken for flirting. Smiling & laughing were basically seen as open invitations. Unwanted advances, kisses forced on closed lips, a groping or two pushed away. 

I can't tell you how many times I said "no." , "NO!" , or "Stop!" No, I wasn't asking for it. I was scared out of my mind. 

It seemed like everyone at school knew I was a virgin. I wasn't bothered by that, but it made me think of all of the girls that weren’t, they just went along with it all. Sure, some were in love & a few later got married, but mostly it was teenage lust, oozing. I wasn’t immune & was interested in it all myself, but I felt like things had to be “just right.”

Male friends that would, out of the kindness of their own hearts, offer a ride, always seemed to want something in return at the end. "Nope, but thanks for the ride." 

It seemed like anyone that did anything nice for you would have this unspoken agreement with you that you were supposed to give something in return & I became very defensive, stating my intentions before anything happened. 

"We're just friends. I'm not interested. "

"Whoa, conceded."

" You're jumping to conclusions."

" I don't even like you like that." 

"I heard you were a virgin."

There was something in the eyes, though, that said otherwise. 

Boys & men would become defensive when you turned them down, too.

"Fine, you're ugly anyway."

"Heh, whatever. You don't even have boobs." 

"You've got a bigger mustache than I do."

"I can do better than you." 

"I like my women with a little more meat on their bones anyway."

This was always funny to me. Oh, you don't want me now that I've turned you down? What if I were suddenly interested? Would you apologize & take me back? Oh, please? I want you so bad. 

I used to take public transportation a lot from 17-22. Having someone rub themselves into your hip or try to graze behind you was not unusual & I usually just rolled my eyes. Men would offer up seats next to them, I would decline. One time I sat on the bus, felt a tug of my hair & felt it pulled & heard it being sniffed. I grabbed my bag, & got off the bus. It was not my stop, but I knew where I was. 

"Muey buenita!" "Mamcita!" "Look at those legs" "Woo Wee!" "Wanna come home with me?"

These are supposed to be compliments, I'm sure, but made me feel so uncomfortable & insulted. I wondered if that ever worked. 

Many of my relationships started out as friendships & blossomed into more. Strangely enough, I had difficulties trusting men.

If I had any restoration in the male sex, it was because of my stepdad. I saw how he treated my mom & I knew that I, too, deserved to be respected & loved like that. I don’t remember talking to my mom about any of this. I don’t really think I spoke to anyone. Things happened, I might have a cry, but then I’d try to forget. Not normal. She was as safe of a space as I could’ve had & still didn’t talk about it. I think that is typical, though. Girls & women just grin & bear it, like it’s supposed to happen. It’s not. 

Most of the things mentioned & so much more happened between the ages of 15-22. I lived in Burbank & Los Angeles. The funny thing is that I always look back at my time there so fondly. I think about the good things. I think about the friends that I had that protected me from so much, but not the fact that they also put me in uncomfortable situations in which these things happened. 

I think about going to FIDM, but not the times that I quickly scurried away from from a predatory male for the 2 blocks from the metro to where the security guards at the school were within sight. 

I think about the art scene, but not the times where I had to take 2 boxes of my paintings on a bus only to have my ass smacked by a man while exiting the bus. 

I think about the beach, but not the lewd comments received while walking down the boardwalk in my bikini. 

I think about the 4 years I spent doing extra work, but not of the comments made by fellow extras or a p.a. or a craft service guy, or whoever the heck that guy was. 

I think about the amazing house I lived in with a multitude of roommates, but not the one time that one got drunk & forced his tongue down my throat. 

Overall, my views of California are good ones. I felt scared at times, but because nothing "major" had happened, I felt lucky. The sex was always consensual, I was not physically injured, I never got an STD. I got away unscathed. 

Oh, but one other thing I hated about LA, & I feel as though this should be considered as sexual abuse of another kind, is the non-exclusivity of relationships, the serial dating, stringing girls along with no intention of being faithful. Having come from the Midwest at 14 & having an idea of what healthy relationships looked like, this always boggled my mind. No one wanted to be with me more than just sexually.

Of all of the things that happened to me, this was by far, what hurt me the most. I had two (what I would consider) boyfriends in my early 20s. One for 9 months, another on & off for 2 years. Neither one of them wanted to use titles. I was not their “girlfriend” & they were not my them. I had considered both of them to be boyfriends, not really talking about the whole logistics of the relationship. We had "the talk" about being exclusive much too late in the relationship. 

Both relationships I did not suspect a thing. We spent pretty much all non-working hours together, I hung out with both of their friends, they never got texts or phone calls while with me, but to them, I wasn't enough. They "cared" about me, but I wasn't enough. 

With the nine month guy, we were laying in bed when he brought up his girlfriend. Wait. What? What the actual fuck? What a lovely way to tell me that you've started to date someone else & more seriously, even though that is all I've wanted from you was that stupid title. 

With the two year guy, he was never really vocal about his affections, but that was ok with me. We had a good thing going & cared about each other. After a year, I assumed that he would at least refer to me as his girlfriend. Wrong. Nope, I wasn't going to meet his parents & in fact they didn't even know I existed. We broke up. He missed me, apologized, insisted things would change, etc., but after a year of him having good days & bad, I broke up with him. He tried to get me back, but ultimately I knew I had to be strong. 

I knew I deserved better, someone that would be proud to call me his. 

I moved back to Virginia & shortly after moving here, I met my husband. We started as friends but before I had really even considered it, he was calling himself my boyfriend. He couldn't imagine not having that with me & that was all I needed. It was so easy to be loved by him & to love him back. We've been together 9 years & I have always felt respected & loved by him. 

Society doesn’t help women feel safe about coming forward, because women do come forward & nothing happens. Their voice isn’t heard, so it is quieted. Certain things are just so ingrained into our world, that they feel normal, but shouldn’t. Someone in your life needs to tell you what is acceptable vs. what is complete bullshit. 

One time, I visited my dad in Virginia while I was living in LA. I was maybe 21 & was wearing blue eye shadow. My dad picked me up from the airport & the first thing he said was “Wow, blue eye shadow? I didn’t know I raised a whore.” I was furious & we didn’t talk for the car ride from the airport to my grandparent’s house. I was so used to his comments that I debated in the ride whether I should actually be mad. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn blue eye shadow? No, fuck that.  There were so many things that man has said in my life that I fear have only made me more comfortable with abuse. 

He is an alcoholic. He has said inappropriate things about me or my friends that he often forgets that he’s said & sometimes even later repeats. He recently owned up to his asshole behavior, stating that it amuses him, so that’s where he stands. I guess that’s where they all stand. It amuses them, so they continue until someone tells them it’s not ok. Most continue beyond that, until it no longer amuses them. 

It is all a power trip. These men feel as though they are owed something. I have been verbally harassed by mainly white, black, & hispanic men. I'm sure most of them were in relationships, had kids, respectable jobs, etc. None of that stopped them from doing what they did. Nothing in their mind said, "Hey, wait a sec. This isn't right." The straight up audacity it takes to yell something at someone or to touch someone without not only their consent, but knowledge it's going to happen is beyond me. I cannot fathom being so brazen, so unapologetic about such harmful behavior. 

I defended this "me, too." movement today when a woman claimed she was going to start a #notme movement to run right along side, because at "60+" she has not been assaulted or "seriously harassed" & she called #metoo the "women as a victim" movement.  These are the same peope spouting "all lives matter" to me. These are the people that think only about what is happening to them, right now. If it doesn't affect me, it doesn't matter & it's a freaking plague. 

I am proud of who I am today. I could never condone sexual abuse of any kind, but what happened to me is part of my history & who I am. The thing is, though, womenwill become who they are meant to be without that shit, too. If it weren't for that shit happening, I wouldn't be who I am, but someone else just as great. I carry my stories & voice my past, to help others find theirs.  

I feel I have to be conscious of so much more now that I am a mom. I want to be open about my experiences, so that my children will have empathy for those around them. This world needs more kind-heartedness, more straight up love. This world does not need more rape. 


Day 18/30 of 30 in 30

Today (technically yeserday as it's passed midnight) is day 18 of the passion color joy 30 paintings in 30 days art challenge. I've started 71 pieces since Sept. 1! Whoa. 

Of those 71,  20 are finished. Many others are close. 

The first night I think I started 12 paintings & I think most of those were scrapped (though definitely not thrown away, I will come back to them. I hate throwing art away/wasting) I've been so super inspired & have spent basically every spare moment I can get my grubby little hands on painting like a wild woman. I started doing these watercolor with acrylic background paintings that I had never done.

I have painted on a wide variety of sizes of canvas & paper. I had originally cut out 20 pieces of paper, prepped 30 canvases & was going to focus on working on just those with a strict color pallet. That did not happen. I started the month only really painting an hour each night, but some days was able to get as many as 3-4 hours, which I hope to make a more regular thing. I didn't have one moment where I was like, dang what am I going to paint tonight?

I just sat down & painted & I am honestly so proud of myself. I tried out some new color combinations I wouldn't have ordinarily chosen, some forms I wasn't quite sure if I liked, but I stuck with it. I obviously have some pieces that need some tweaking, but even to say that I've done 20 pieces in 18 days is such an accomplishment for me. Honestly there's only 1 or 2 pieces that I really truly enjoy & want to hang up. &(!) they're both pink, which I would not have expected myself to like. I'm a big time green & blue with a subtle yellow, orange, maybe pink kind of girl. 

This challenge only further proves that I have to make sure to carve out time for art. I've spent many of the nights listening to the Jealous Curator podcast from the beginning while painting. It's so inspirational, there's so much great advice. 

One of my favorite bits was "make piles of crap. " Not everything is going to be mind blowing, I've come to terms that my work is very experimental & that a lot of my work is going to be more of a lesson on how to get to where I want to be. Actually, it's more of a lesson on letting go of where I want to be & just going where the inspiration takes me. 

Let art happen.  

If on August 31st, you would've asked me what I wanted to do with these 30 days & shown me this collection of work that I've done in the past 18 days, I don't know that I would've believed you. Some of this work is so not the typical work that I would do, but I'm still pleased with it. 

I have a trip coming up in a few days to NM to see my mom with my 15 month old son. I hope I'll be able to get some painting done there, but since I don't get back until Oct. 4th, this might just be all I have to show for this month. I'm ok with that. It's more than I can say I've done in one month in probably years. 

I will definitely be pushing myself more in the future. 

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Fabric Line


june jewell

fabric designer?

Hello all!

In my many years of creating art, I have done things that I occasionally forget about. I sometimes even forget to mention that I'm an artist at all these days now that MOM is so much a part of my identity. As much as I absolutely adore being a mother, I am feeling more & more of a pull to my art as Cal grows older. 

When I was very heavily into vector artwork, I started to submit my designs to Spoonflower & Zazzle as a (very) passive bit of income. I get notifications that I've sold a yard or two or a postcard once every couple of months. It's such a nice surprise. Aww, yay! They like it. 

I wish sometimes that I had more of a drive to create something with the fabric, to start really sewing bags, shirts, dresses, whatever. Goodness knows my wardrobe could use a little color! So much black & gray...ugh. But I can never seem to find something that I like that isn't an arm & a leg for this SAHM wardrobe budget.

Anyway!  I am not especially talented behind a sewing machine. I've made a few bags & pillow cases, but nothing that I was just so proud of that it drove me to work harder & get better. My mama, however, is a crafty sewist. She makes quilts, stuffed animals, & her dolls (which I posted about a little while back). She made Calvin this quilt for my baby shower with pieces of my fabric designs. I see it all of the time & think, I wonder how many of my friends & family even know about this aspect of my practice... 

My Cali Boo cuddling under his Gamma's quilt. 

My Cali Boo cuddling under his Gamma's quilt. 


In order to post a fabric design for sale on Spoonflower, you have to buy at least a swatch of the fabric to test the colors. So I have over a hundred swatches sitting in a box. Wth am I supposed to do with them? I had planned on shopping them around to different upholstery & interior design shops. I contacted a few with no response I don't know maybe 6 years ago & kind of put it in the back of my mind. This quilt is now such a reminder that I need to not only try to market this avenue, but also get back into designing for it, because even if it's not especially profitable, it is such a good feeling when someone buys a yard to make a dress or a pillowcase because they just love squirrels & had to have it.   

The possibilities are endless with fabric. I want to do DIY dolls, pet portraits, custom prints, turn some of my more recent abstract works into fabric. 

So much fun stuff to think about creating, so little time to actually do it. 

Much love,