Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Jo M. Orise - Art Update, Saturday August 12, 2017


You are invited my friend.

Click the link  for more info on FaceBook about my next upcoming art show.

Aldermere Art Show and Sale Aldermere Farm, Rockport, Maine

Saturday August 12, 9 - 4 PM

Enjoy the display of over 200 framed, hanging paintings plus hundreds of prints of the belted galloways, and the scenic Maine coast by local artists.

I will be one of the participants.

Hope to see you there.

Jo

PS: I am Chair of the Art Hanging Committee and with the help of two other members, we managed to hang all the artwork in two days.
Beats last year when I hung over 200 paintings by myself for three days. Finding a couple of dedicated and great working volunteers who also happen to be artists paid off. And fine artists they are indeed. Thanks guys. 😊

Friday, July 7, 2017

A Cake-Walk With No Shelf To Spare

Sharpened the old hammer and nails and built a bunch of shelves.

We finally moved out of NH.

Our Maine home has huge closets, but shelving is very limited.

Why 24" between closet shelves? At the left, you see big gaps between shelves.


Where there were three, now there are five!













At the right, I widened the single 10" clothes closet shelf and added a second story.



This other closet's bottom shelf is now over 22 inches deep and the top shelf is 12.
Now a stack of clothes won't teeter and fall to the floor. Big improvement!



Next I'll finish a closet started two years ago. It had been a huge, empty closet meant for a washer and dryer. I moved the back wall inward, creating more space in the kitchen located behind the closet. This freed up space allowed me to install a fireproof wall and a kitchen, wood-cook stove directly behind the new, smaller closet.

Next I plan to enlarge the walk-in closet upstairs. Big bedroom and the closet doesn't have enough... you got it... shelves!

You do what you gotta do.

I'm off to make a building materials list.

That Shelter Institute course my son and I took years ago has really paid off more than once.

After building my Post and Beam home in the 90's, this is a cake-walk.

Any projects in your neck of the woods?

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Jo M. Orise - Art Update


My art signature. Changed it for clarity.
Okay. I have been painting - all year long between other obligations.
The number of finished pieces eludes me at the moment. Water colors and oils. Ah, and lots of gestures sketches of people, places. Perhaps I'll place those in my virtual gallery someday.

Subject: marine art.

My signature was not working well for me. The upper-case J with an exaggerated, extended top next to the o and middle initial had a strange effect of being read as "Tom."

Viewers ignored the space between the o and the M. They also ignored the period after M. Therefore, "Morise" evolved in the conversation.

So, I modified the J into an exaggerated lower case j where I have since decided to dot it as well. That will make the reader pay attention a little bit more.
Modified further. I like this effect.

While away for the winter, I produced four 12 X 16"oil paintings!
I just special ordered floater-frames (love those fames 💕 ). The outside edges of the paintings are visible and the painting travels around the edges for you to see.

Keep visiting my virtual gallery http://www.jomorise.com to see my newest pieces. I will put them up soon!

What else am I doing?

I am in the throes of tax work.

Hubby peeked around the door to my desk, "Please look through these, Hon. Check for errors. I get tired and bored."

Oh. Really?

I revved up Turbo-Tax, and with my wonderful see-thru ruler, I follow the lines of data and numbers and check off boxes and type in descriptions and delete errors and on and on... .

Don't you just love doing this busy work? Uncle Sam wants to know what we have been doing all year.

Dear Uncle Sam,
Regarding your concern about our finances, let me impressed upon you that I have been literally working my butt off. 😩 Does that count? What form shall I use?
Please answer ASAP as I too am getting tired of this task.

Regards,
You loyal tax paying citizen.

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

Jo M. Orise - Been painting but...

But My Butt Hurts!


"Just One of Those Days"
graphic by: Jo M. Orise (formerly: J.S. Cabana)
Had trouble sitting for the last eight months.

I know why— sat too long at my desk working on an a super, important project. 😂

The first evening, I felt uncomfortable. I ignored the problem and continued the project for several hours—had to catch up before our long drive home.

The next day, I did the same thing.

Retiring for the night, I reviewed my decision of the previous two days—sitting on what I now consider a most uncomfortable chair was a bad choice. Been using that chair for the last five years and never had a problem. To make things worse, I would be sitting in a vehicle for the next three days during our drive home. Super bad decision.

I was right.

By the time we got home, my leg was inflamed from butt to ankle. Had to be sciatica. Happened years ago, but not so bad.

Fast forward eight months. After having favored the butt and leg with homeopathic lotions and turmeric and the occasional Ibuprofen, I managed to reduce the inflammation to a small spot on my butt—right where the body sits on a chair. Small but very uncomfortable.

Our recent plan, another three days drive back here. The place were the terrible deed was committed.

We drove off, with much trepidation on my 'end.' 😩

What RELIEF! The trip was not bad. I applied the lotion twice a day and whenever needed. Plus the turmeric and occasional Ibuprofen helped. Now a dull pain was annoying me. Not so bad.

Off we went—two fifteen mile bike rides.

I decided to slow down.

Hubby was sympathetic.

I was besides myself. (Besides my butt?)

Hubby had a medical appointment... returning home he suggested I make an appointment to see our doctor. Reluctant at first, I finally called.

"See you tomorrow!"

Wow! Tomorrow! Hubby had filled her in and persuaded her to see me ASAP.

Doc poked and prodded. I was not hurting too badly. She scheduled an x-ray. Arthritis in the tailbone. Nothing else.

After she examined me, my pain nearly vanished. A few days later it was basically gone. Now how is that for a super doctor. She did that once before. I had another pain in my right hip area. She examined me. I went home and decided to take something new. I mixed a little Collagen mixture in water before bed. Next day the pain was gone. Never came back.

So, did I heal slowly on my own or did I have the opportunity to have my doctor 'heal' me with her touch? I've told her she had healing hands. At least I would like to think so.

Now my butt sits comfortably on a more padded seat. I don't sit as long as I used to.

Take heed. Get off you behind every now and then. Take a walk, bicycle or swim. Baby fat may help keep you padded and comfortable however, as you get older, that cute baby fat look will dwindle and aches and pains take over. Learn to deal with them and especially learn how to avoid them.
Or, perhaps you will find a miracle healer like I did. 😉

Do you have a story about a healing touch? 
Leave a commentlike this post and please share. 😊


Sunday, November 27, 2016

Jo M. Orise - My Art Journey.

The Many Avenues.


"You will be an artist when you grow up." 

Good Shepherd Nuns, 1950's
Sister Saint Rolande hovered over my desk and I was pleased at her pronouncement. Would I really be an artist? Like my Mom? After all, this was a teacher. A nun, knowledgeable and influential—somewhere. I was just a fifth grade, ten-year-old.

Before Mom's untimely death, I had observed her artistic talent and stored that in my little, five-year-old brain. Later on, I wished to replicate her ability to draw. Perhaps Sister Saint Rolande would tell Dad I was talented.  

I drew pictures with crayons and colored pencils on paper and cardboard boxes. I doodled a lot. Still do. At seven years, I cut little doors and windows from a box, and decorated the inside with crayons to represent hanging pictures, fireplace, curtains, etc. All I needed were puppets. From my step-mother's sewing scraps, needle and thread, I fashioned and stitched three hand-puppets. Then I entertained my neighborhood friends with puppet shows.

In preparation for different religious occasions, my eight grade teacher, Sister Saint Beatrice, asked me to draw biblical scenes on her chalk board during recess. Drawing saints and angels was complicated and great fun. I never told my father. I felt he was not interested.

After graduating from grammar school, Dad agreed to let me attend the public high school being constructed across the street from our house. I realize now that public education eliminated the tuition burden he had with the parochial school. Since my sister was already in high school, she was not allowed to transfer with me. 

Freshman year began at the old school across town. The first day in the old building was daunting. So many corners and stairwells. I got lost. The hall monitor spotted me in my dilemma. "Can I help?" he asked. "Yes. I can't find the stairwell." He chuckled and pointed to the door behind me. What do you expect from a Freshman?

So many new students I never saw before. We were teens. Boys noticed girls and vice-versa and they dated. Dad did not approve. House rule: I was not allowed to date until 18 years old and graduated from high school.

The new high school was completed and opened after Christmas vacation. We were the first Freshmen in the new high school.

There had been art activities on rainy days during my K-8 years with the nuns. However, high school lacked any art curricula. The exception was in my sophomore year. The Latin teacher requested illustrations or paintings for a particular assignment. I was thrilled at the challenge and produced a purple, monochromatic painting of Julius Caesar's murder titled, "Et tu Brute." I didn't know 'monochromatic painting' at the time.

English: Crashing waves over Cowloe Rocks An e...
Crashing waves (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The summer after my Junior year, my step-aunt, Marguerite, brought me to artist Ed Mayo's studio-gallery in Arundel . He demonstrated his talent with a quick watercolor of crashing ocean waves to be raffled as a door-prize. He gave it away! How marvelous! People actually wanted his artworks and they even purchased them!

So many paintings. His framed art filled the walls. A bin with matted watercolors was available for people to flip through. My bedroom had plenty of wall space, yet nothing was hung on the newly applied wallpaper. Dad and my step-mother forbade "making holes" in the plaster walls of our circa 1800, Victorian farmhouse with nine foot ceilings. 

I tried to commit each painting to memory.  He knew how to draw with a pencil or a brush—at arm's length!

Original 'Smiley' logo (actually most often ca...

I had journeyed to another world with aunt Marguerite. She had worked all day, then traveled to our house. We made our way on a somber, foggy evening to a faraway land—Arundel. It bordered the Kennebunks. A thirty minute drive—at sixteen, that was a great distance. :-)We were going so very far away and what would we do? I loved my aunt and still do. So I placed my trust in her hands. This past year, I learned that my step-mother had denied my aunt's request to bring me to meet Ed. So, knowing my dad had a special place for her in his heart, she marched up to his barber shop located in our front room and asked him if I could go. "Okay," he smiled. She whisked me off before they changed their mind.
This vintage palette is similar to the one given
by my aunt. So many colors to chose from.

Ed Mayo had met my aunt at her work place. Through her, I had become a person of interest to him. Two paper-backs  were recommended for me to read—art books covering the elements and principles of art plus examples. My aunt purchased the books and delivered them to me with a very large water color set. I was so very pleased with the gift. She did that for me? I devoured every bit of information provided by the texts. I still have the books and the remains of my nearly exhausted paint palette today.

With paint and paper in hand, I proceeded to replicate Ed Mayo's ocean scene. I produced a whole bunch of them on paper similar to the cheap, yellowing paper the nuns used. No matter. I was happy as happy could be.

English: Artist Liron Sissman painting en plei...
Artist en plein air (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The summer before my senior year, I painted the scenery behind our Saco River home. I had discovered en plein-air painting. I didn't know "en plein-air" at the time—it just felt right.

During my senior year, I had befriended the librarian. After learning that I was teaching myself how to paint, he suggested I bring the artwork to school and "show" my work. How unusual. Someone wanted to see my work. I provided a collection of the work created the previous summer and he carefully displayed the watercolors all around the library along the top shelves of the book cases against the walls. I was pleased. No one purchased, no one commented on the artwork. I didn't expect any of that. But it was displayed for all to see!

School ended, I graduated and never saw the librarian again, nor my en plein-air collection. That was a disappointment. I didn't have the courage to return to school to collect my work. However, I did learn a new course was being offered the next year—art. Damn! A missed opportunity due to the error in my birth year.

At eighteen, I did what was previously forbidden—shop on my own with my own cash. I walked two miles to the downtown paint store on Main Street. Their window's art-supply display had caught my eye: brushes, oil paints, gum turpentine, linseed oil, canvas boards and easel. Hooray! I was on my way. Some of the equipment from that period as well as the artwork are still in my studio. 

IBM Keypunch Machine with cards.
I painted whenever I had the opportunity. People made requests and I gave paintings away. I dreamed of college and earning a degree in the fine arts, fashion design or something like that. Dad refused to send me to college. He considered that a waste of money and girls didn't belong there. Besides, he had planned a career for me—beautician. I would join him in his barber shop with my sister who was now in beauty school. Unlike my sister, I declined and upon graduation, I found other employment.

 Later, Dad pointed me to computers—something he did not understand. A friend had advised him I would be good at it since I graduated from high school with honors. So, I went to business college and earned certificates for IBM Keypunch and secretarial.  Dad was pleased. I was not.
Pepperell Mills, circa 1906 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I worked as secretary at Northeastern Composition Company on Exchange Street, Portland. A year later, I was hired at Pepperell Mills Company as a computer keypunch operator and clerk. The company learned of my artistic endeavors and asked me to create a pattern for a vellux blankets. I spent a week applying clear shellac with an artist's brush onto a meshed base fabric. The shellac would block the vellux flocking, thus creating a sculptured blanket. I never saw the end product, nor have I seen the end product.


At twenty-one, I enrolled in an oil painting class with artist, Ed Mayo. I produced a few decent paintings with his guidance. Knowing my deep interest in art, he gave me additional projects to work on. He helped me understand perspective. I was also fascinated with the idea that Ed video-taped the class time. A precursor to YouTube in the late 1960's?

Within two years I exhibited in the Portland Sidewalk Art Show and the Saco Sidewalk Art Show. After two years of doing so, I called it quits. I realized I had a lot to learn. I continued to paint. A year later, I had a solo art show in a figure salon, where I worked and an exercise instructor. People viewed my work and even made comments. Good or bad, it was invigorating to hear what they had to say. The owner of a small gallery in the neighboring city encouraged me to enroll in art courses to further develop my skills.  

Since high school, I yearned to fulfill my dream to study art. Dad had disapproved.Now I was five years married, had just become a mother, not dependent on him in any way, but yet, he tried very hard to stop me from furthering my education. 

I applied for financial aid and a signature from Dad was required to verify he was not supporting me. He refused for three weeks. I was in tears as he yelled, "No, I'm not going to sign anything. I don't want to end up paying for your college tuition." The counselor called and my dad abruptly hung up. My dad's consoling remark, "I know a guy at work—he draws cartoons and passes them around. Nobody makes money with art." Finally, at his new wife's urging, he finally signed the document and reminded me he was not going to fund my education. Yes, Dad.

The University of Maine at Gorham accepted my application! Five and a half years later, I earned a Bachelor of Science degree in art education. I was on the Dean's List every semester! My son was six months when I entered, he was six years old when I graduated Summa Cum Laude. 

During my second year in college, we moved to Kennebunk, Maine.  That summer, Ed Mayo drove by our home. His daughter was one of our neighbors! He remembered me and was pleased to know I was continuing my quest to be an artist. He encouraged me with tips whenever we met. He now worked for a newspaper on a  part-time basis and suggested I look to writing, which could supplement an income. I added that to my mental data-base. 

Meanwhile, in addition to my college work, I slipped in a watercolor basics course with the Kennebunkport Chapel Gallery owner who was also a professional artist. Additionally, since the pottery course I signed up for at the University was not going to teach wheel throwing (they switched professors) I signed up for an adult education wheel pottery class at Biddeford Adult Ed, which happened to be on the way home from Gorham's college campus.

Large drawing after graduating from the University
took three months to complete.
"Alison's Restaurant", graphite by Jo (Cabana) M. Orise
After earning a BS degree, I spent many months just creating  works in watercolor, oil, graphite, pen/ink, and wood cut printing. I was in heaven. A strange phenomenon had occurred while being totally immersed in my work: I had reached a "flow state." Nothing around me was real. Only my art. What a great and wonderful place to be. I have the same experience whenever I work in isolation on my art or writing. I am in another world—who needs drugs? 

Ron Goyette, a  professional artist from Kennebunkport invited me to join the Art Guild of the Kennebunks, which he founded in 1980. We became friends and he encouraged me to further my art career. The Guild represented over 75 Maine artists. I participated in the 1981 show where First Lady, Barbara Bush, cut the ribbon at the opening of the first annual, summer, membership exhibit held at the Chapel Gallery on Route 35, Kennebunkport.

I had displayed my artwork at the university student art show in my senior year. Later, I found opportunities to display my work in my home studio/gallery, a college library, public libraries, banks, restaurants, salons, sidewalk art shows, craft shows, art group shows, private shows, raffles, silent auctions and I donated a few to benefit non-profits in ME, NH and VT .

Even though I graduated with honors, public school teaching opportunities were difficult to find. So I offered drawing lessons from my home studio. Teaching was so much fun. As I taught art, I realized the reading, studying, practical work and now the teaching made it all come full circle. I felt complete and more confident. Sister St. Rolande's prediction had come true. It was a difficult journey, but it was a journey I felt compelled to embark, no matter who approved or disapproved.

As I worked in my studio I also subbed in Kennebunk's public school system. Later I was hired as Computer Telecommunications Operator at Keuffel & Esser in Kennebunk. My computer credentials had impressed my new employer. At first, I enjoyed the work, then my supervisor was replaced with someone who had no knowledge of computers. The work place soon became unbearable. Workers looked upon me as the enemy. They feared that a computer controlled work environment would be a paperless work place. They envisioned their obsolescence. Such confusion and distrust and incompetence help determine my decision to leave. My goal: pursuing art and a teaching career.

I offered art classes in my home studio. One of my students asked if I would teach pottery classes. I loved working with clay, so I invested in equipment and materials. So began another journey. 

Fingernails serve as an unwitting cutting tool as clay spins around on a potter's wheel. Consequently, I was doing the work for ladies who refused to cut their manicured fingernails.  Then someone said, "Craft Show." 

A man shapes pottery as it turns on a wheel. (...
A man shapes pottery as it turns on a wheel. One needs steady hand and cut finger nails.    (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I stopped the pottery lessons and devoted my time to creating pottery for craft shows and sales. I painted at times and opened up a home gallery of artwork and pottery. Eventually, I became a retail and wholesale potter and time for serious art diminished. 

At first, I displayed art along with my craft. Two wood-cut original prints sold in three years. It was clear art did not sell at craft shows. Whatever I designed and was willing to mass produce in clay sold very well.  But, I did not want to be a potter. I wanted to create fine art. Was I to fulfill my father's prediction, "Nobody makes money with art"?

Oh, I painted clay pieces, but it wasn't the same. Then I was commissioned by Joan, an interior decorator,  to design and paint two tile murals connecting at a corner over the kitchen counter.  The scene was painted with underglazes and sealed with a fired on clear gloss glaze. Beautiful. I assisted in the installation in Joan's Kennebunkport home located across from Chic's Marina. 

NOTE to the reader: I will add photos of the tiled mural in the spring. Please come back  then. I'll notify FB and Twitter when I do.

Besides pottery, I created caricatures, posters, post-cards and 5x7" hand painted matted illustrations, which I sold at craft shows, stores, studio shops, from my studio and through the mail

As a potter, I wore many hats: designer, mass production manager, graphic and marketing expert, advertising manager, secretary, quality controller, shipper, retailer and wholesaler, craft and trade show representative. I was too many different people. I was isolated. I was tired of the damp basement studio. My paintings sat in my upstairs studio, out of the way. Ron Goyette had often urged me to get back to painting. To get rid of the clay. I finally heeded his suggestion.

After ten years of full production, I shut down the pottery studio and filed for divorce from an unhappy marriage. I had to quit sometime and find myself once again. The last orders received were completed and clients were contacted with apologies for the inconvenience of the shut-down. Some responded with sympathy and encourage me to let them know if I decided to begin again elsewhere or under another name.

While in college and when my son was three, I began to write poems for him, which I also illustrated. Over the years, I have added more poetry to the repertoire. I have a briefcase filled with all I have written since the 1980s. Even today, if an idea pops in my head, I don't rest until I write it down. The poems matriculated from rhyme to free verse. They had a "story" feeling to them. It was like painting with words. At one point, I started writing fiction but never finished—I wasn't a writer. I was an artist. Perhaps later... .

PC Hardware from the 1980's
Just one of those days.
Carricature series
by: Jo (Cabana) M. Orise
By now, I was divorced and I needed a job. My interview with a 'job placement executive' proved disastrous. "I can't promote you, you don't have any credentials to work anywhere. A potter?" She laughed. I pointed out my other ten years of work experience prior to college which were also listed on my resume. She would let me know if something came up. She never called.

I applied for and was hired on the spot at Sun Savings and Loan bank in Portland, Maine as secretary to VP of Branch Administration. Within two years, the bank was taken over—the banking crisis of the 1980s. My boss left and I was transferred to another branch in Kennebunk. The VP there asked to me to create illustrations for two summer ads, which were subsequently published in the local paper. I was promised payment. The official ad agency for the bank was furious that the VP took the initiative to commission the work. Although I hired a lawyer, I never got paid. The VP's excuse: it was part of my job. That did not figure, since she got flack for not having the agency produce the ads. Guess she was covering her butt to not get fired. So she lied. The next year, the bank folded.

In the meantime, just to cover my options, in 1988 I enrolled in a introduction to computer science basics course at  Westbrook College in Portland, Maine to supplement my computer background. Later, I enrolled in a summer institute for teachers at Portland School of Art (now MECA), in Portland, Maine in order to renew my teaching credentials. Poetry was one of the courses offered—great fun!

After Sun Savings closed, Portland head-hunting placement agency, Romac and Associates, hired me as an office secretary-associate. By now I wrote poetry and created accompanying illustrations, which led Romac to commission me to design a new logo. Later they purchased one of my print illustrations portraying the office environment from an elephant's point of view. The piece was hung in the president's office!

Portland School of Art, located near where I was employed, offered a children's book illustration course. How exciting! I enrolled and produced my first, adapted children's story with illustrations. Although I was encouraged to publish, I never did—my fear of failure, I suppose. I was an artist, not a writer.
 
The next year, the opportunity to teach at Gorham High School presented itself. A 1/6 art position. What was that? I applied. A plan was developed where I would teach art and also function as a permanent, in-house substitute. The principal said, "You have a lot of guts to leave a well paying job with full benefits for a part time teaching position without benefits." I smiled, "Teaching is what I want to do." 
My dream was to teach.


Being a LIFO, I was let go at the end of my second year because of budget cuts. However, I was re-hired as a technician II at Gorham Junior High school to substitute for the computer teacher who was on a one year sabbatical. It was a great experience. 

At the end of the year I was out again—LIFO. Meanwhile, I had added adult-ed computer classes to my repertoire of jobs. I taught computer adult-ed in three school districts: Gorham, Windham and Wells, Maine. I had also developed skills in desk-top publishing and did some telemarketing to promote my skills for small businesses. I found three clients in one day. They happened to be in Gorham and Windham. Additional income for me—for four years! In the summer, I worked as a temp at a Portland bank where I did secretarial work, taught other secretaries how to use a computer connected to a mainframe and how to organize files on the system.

Marketing was a part of me. Since art teaching positions were still pretty meager, I promoted myself as a computer instructor. By now, I had also acquired experience in building PCs  and occasionally helped a friend with his computer business and I worked with a 'temp' agency whenever something came up. On occasion, I also hired out as a computer teacher  for an attorney's office and a consultant for a handicapped client.

I was hired at Wells High School as a full time, computer lab technician III without benefits. I managed a room full of computers. During the first weeks of school, my supervisor, who deemed himself as "computer expert," was troubleshooting a computer problem for a math teacher. I entered the room and asked what the matter was. "You can't help. I've been working on this for two weeks. He can't get his report to print correctly." I replied, "Sounds like you have the wrong driver." My supervisor jumped out of his seat, quickly sought out a floppy disk, and installed the proper driver. Issue solved within minutes. Then, he blatantly took credit for solving the problem and the math teacher thanked him. I quipped, "It's a good thing I was here to guide you," and left the classroom.

As I monitored the computer lab, I pondered what else could be done with computers. The idea of animated reports popped in my head. Computers and animation integrated in the school curriculum. This was 1992, before Microsoft Windows. After submitting my idea in the school paper, the Principal took note and came to my classroom. She encouraged me to continue my research and to submit followups to the paper. Soon the business department contacted me, "Get whatever you need to make it work." Upon sharing this with my supervisor he announced he'd take over from there. I replied, "No, I can do this. Thank you." Then he pointed out that I could never qualify as a computer teacher. It required multiple degrees—science, math and computer science, all of which he happened to possess. I asked the Principal who then researched the requirements and proved him wrong. His attitude was friendlier after that.

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Mickey Mouse hat a Disney product.
Thus, I pioneered  and integrated the first animation program in a Maine school by using a standard 386 PC at Wells High School in 1992. I welcomed teachers to be part of an advisory committee. At my recommendation, the course was called MOAT (Media Ordered Animation Technology). The name indicated the course would work with whatever hardware and software was available. Animation was created in a DOS environment with Disney's 2-D animation essentials software


Students were thrilled as were the science, math, language and communication departments. The animated reports were output to VHS tape, which made them portable to be played anywhere. Two of my seniors phoned me after graduation, "May we come back and work on our final projects some more?" They had earned an A+. They didn't have computers at home. Permission was granted. One of my two seniors was hired at Disney Studios as an animator!


For two years I taught animation as a certified teacher minus a teacher's salary or benefits. A larger, updated computer lab was planned for the third year. I was to continue as technician III, take care of the lab and teach MOAT again. I queried department heads regarding opportunities to be hired as a full-time teacher. The Assistant Principal promoted my hire as computer teacher with benefits, "We'll lose her if another school offers her a teaching position."

The former Shelter Institute building in Bath, ME
with the Institute's wood workers shop downstairs.
A home to retire to was also on my mind. I enrolled in a Post and Beam, spring semester course at the Shelter Institute located in Bath, Maine. The course covered what one needed to know to build their own home without contractors. My plan: build it myself. My son, now a high school graduate, was interested, so I paid for his tuition as well. Each Saturday, I picked him up early in the morning at a Portland street corner. He sometimes gobbled his bowl of cereal at the curb. He was always on time and I was so proud of him. Still am.


 
Post and Beam house I built - 4 years labor.

I began building my new post and beam home in 1993. In 1994, I was offered a consulting and teaching position at Massabesic High School, next door to my nearly finished home. Once hired, I was asked to develop an animation course in addition to my other courses. 

It meant starting all over again with a different platform—MacIntosh. I designed all my courses: MOAT, intro to computers and software, desk-top publishing with graphics manipulation. It wasn't long before I was asked teach full time and to tack on art intro—for four years. In addition to my full load of courses, I taught Art Special Ed. By this time. Later, I certified as a computer science teacher through part time coursework at the University of Southern Maine. 

In 1997, I sold my newly built post and beam home and married in 1998. In 2000, I left Massabesic to teach in NH where I introduced animation to two school districts, Raymond and Portsmouth. Animation software now accomplished what the hardware did at the beginning of my animation endeavor—that was and still is amazing to me!

Now, when I am not busy alongside my husband, building or fixing whatever needs attention, I paint and write to my heart's content.

I've earned my time to create, to 'get in the flow' again. I plan to make good use of it as I now display and sell my artwork in galleries, art shows and from my home studio-gallery. 

Jo at work.
I also found the time, over the years, to write my first manuscript for my first YA novel. I will continue to write because to me, writing is painting with words.

I hope Mom and Dad are proud of my work.
 
Dad, people actually like my art and several have sold.

Unfortunately, Ed Mayo passed away years ago as did my friend, Ron Goyette.  

Last year, my dear aunt Marguerite traveled many miles to visit my newly opened studio-gallery in Owls Head. Her interest in me and encouragement to pursue my dream has made all the difference. 

Things do come together if you work hard enough. Be aware of opportunities as they present themselves. Only you can make it all happen. 

It has been quite a  journey for me.  

Follow your dream.

Visit my virtual gallery at http://www.jomorise.com and visit my writing blog http://www.jmorise.com .




Monday, October 17, 2016

Jo M. Orise - October 14 - November 10, 2016 — Art Update

Prep work for the oil painting. oil by Jo M. Orise
 Yeah! River Arts Gallery Art Show going on right now.
  • River Arts Gallery,  241 US Route 1 (North), Damariscotta, Maine.

Theme of the group show is Artist Choice. 

Exhibition Opening Fri. Oct 14, 5-7PM.

The showing will be on display until until November 10, 2016


This is the featured artwork from my collection that is on display at River Arts Gallery:
Gulls Are Free - Oil by Jo M. Orise

 

Gulls Are Free 

The gulls float above as the wind creates whitecaps below.

8" x 10" oil with floater frame

I love gulls and the ocean. They represent freedom and daring.

To the right, you see my preparation for the painting. The subject is simple and was such fun to create—and a challenge.

Lots of observation, quick sketches, photo references and imagination. I had to determine how the bird would look like as it hovered in air and looked below.


Have you ever watched seagulls float in the updraft of the wind? They just spread their wings and let it happen. Amazing. They don't flap to stay up. When the air has a strong current, it holds the gulls up there. We would drop whether we flapped or not.
They are like a living kite.

If you get to Damariscotta, do drop in and take a look at all the wonderful paintings on display.

Leave a comment and like the River Arts Gallery page on FaceBook with this link.

Click here to visit my website jomorise.com


Monday, September 12, 2016

Jo M. Orise - Portrait Update

As you may know I was commissioned to create a portrait.

The work was completed in August.

The owners are pleased by the outcome, as am I.

Here is the portrait which can be found on my website.

Boy With Conch - 14 x 11"
Water color by Jo M. Orise

To view the versions of the work prior to the final piece, go to:

http://jomorise.com/portraits.htm   Scroll down the page to see the different  versions.

Let me know what you think.

Cheers,

Jo

Monday, August 8, 2016

Jo M. Orise - August, 2016 Art Update

"Friendship - The Nudge"
by: Jo M. Orise
Saturday, August 13 (9-4 PM)- Sunday, August 14 (9-1 PM), 2016

Come to the Aldermere Farm, annual art show located in Rockport, ME.

I have submitted ten original framed paintings,  and fifteen matted prints. This year Aldermere has changed from a one day show to a two day show. That is fantastic! Lots of folks new to the area usually find out too late that there was a show that day they visited Camden and Rockport area. Waiting for a year to fit the popular, annual show into their schedule is always 'iffy.'
Two days makes it easier for all. After all, there will be featured more than 200 paintings. Amazing! Under one roof too.

Beltie Stroll
by: Jo M. Orise
Now, hanging that many paintings is an extreme challenge. I insisted on helping out last year. I was glad I did. I gained an appreciation as to how much hard work Aldermere goes through to plan and set up such a show. Due to a prior commitment, I contributed a half day's assistance in hanging artwork. They appreciated it and I was happy to volunteer.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, features beautiful Belties and is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists donate a portion of our profits to the organization.
Aldermere Farm has a store that is open to the public where they sell crafts and healthy, quality beef.

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If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists and Aldermere's non-profit farm.

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The show is to be held this coming weekend, August 13, 9-4 PM and August 14, 9-1 PM at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

Leave a comment. Love to hear from all of you.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Jo M. Orise - July, 2016 Art Update

Lincolnville Beach - the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery
UMaine Belfast Center art show ended a few weeks ago. On my way home from retrieving my painting, I decided to visit the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery
at Lincolnville Beach. It is on the route to Belfast.

My previous attempt to visit the gallery proved futile—closed. This time I was in luck and I happily viewed lovely works of art and craft.

I complimented the owner, Dwight, at his art and craft selection and gallery display. 

Dwight has on display his own creations of wood sculptures and wall hangings, which I found very charming and tastefully executed. (One of his large pieces is hanging on the right side of the gallery as seen in this photo.) He is an artist/ owner/curator/realtor! And I thought I was the busy one.

Grace Bailey Anchored at Curtis Light
by: Jo M. Orise
 Dwight invited me to fetch my painting from the car.


"You painted this?" he chuckled.

"Yes."

"How about leaving it here. I have room for it."

So, after discussing the terms and reaching agreement, I now have my painting hanging in the Lincolnville Fine Art Gallery.

I am happy about this opportunity to be represented in Lincolnville. Hopefully someone will see my work and decide they can't go home without it.

Leave a comment.

For more info about the painting, visit my website http://www.jomorise.com

Visit the gallery. Say hello to Dwight.
 http://www.lincolnvillefineartgallery.com




Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Jo M. Orise - June, 2016 Art Update

English: Domestic crested duck (a variant of A...
English: Domestic crested duck (a variant of Anas platyrhynchos f. domestica) in the harbor of Camden, Maine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As you know, the Damariscotta, River Arts Gallery art show is still on until June 16. See my previous blog for more information.

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Today, I have cause to celebrate! My art is now displayed at the Ducktrap Bay Trading Company gallery in Camden, Maine. They have a terrific collection of high quality crafts and fine art. The focus: Marine Art.

The owner exudes positive attitude and is so energetic, one can't help being swept up in his enthusiasm. I am very pleased to have met him.

When you visit the gallery, you will fine a few of my pieces there. Come on in to the Ducktrap Bay Trading Co., on Route One, Downtown, Camden. You will be utterly impressed at the selection of marvelous works displayed throughout the shop.

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I entered one large painting, 24 x 18" Grace Bailey Anchored at Curtis Light, oil painting, into the 14th Annual Festival of Art, Senior College at Belfast, Maine. The 2016 showing is for three days.

Location: UMaine Hutchinson Center, 80 Belmont Avenue, Belfast, ME  04915
Date: Festival weekend June 9-12

     6/09 Thursday, 6-8 PM. Opening/reception and first viewing. Music by Belfast Bay Fiddlers
     6/10 Friday, The art exhibit 9-5 PM.
     6/11 Saturday, The art exhibit 9-5 PM. Noon - 1 PM. Harpist Nancy Schroeder. 1-3 PM, Presentation by guest artist, John Whalley.
     6/12 Sunday, The art exhibit 12-3 PM.

http://www.Belfastseniorcollege.org for more information.

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Thanks,

Jo

          





Monday, May 23, 2016

Jo M. Orise - May 27 to June 16, 2016 Art Update

"Marshall Point Light 4"
by: Jo M. Orise

You are invited to my first show for the 2016 season in Maine.


The show is at River Arts Gallery, Route 1, in Damariscotta, Maine, May 27 to June 16, 2016

This is a group show for a large number of local artists.

"Marshall Point Light 4" is on display at the show.

It is a framed, oil on canvas - 16" x 12".

Opening social event:
Friday, May 27, 2016 from 5 - 7 PM.

Gallery hours:
Tuesday - Saturday 10 - 4 PM
Sunday 10 - 2 PM.

I also have a few matted original paintings in the art bin.

See you there!

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