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  • In memory of God's Special Angel, Janice Chandler

  • Happy 2018 everyone! Lets find out who our Jan artist is!

  • It's Jodi Blacksher, sharing the works of her Mom Janice Chandler.

  • S.Dot Gallery is pleased to present : works by Janice Chandler, installation and words by Jodi Blacksher

  • What can you say about the best, most talented mom?I guess you can say I still wear rose colored glasses.

  • She was everything to me as I was everything to her.

  • As I sat in front of the dollhouse intent on picking just the right pieces the color red called to me.

  • For some unknown reason each room had to have an element of red, my least favorite color.

  • It wasn't until writing this statement that the irony resonated with me.

  • Red is the color of love, energy, fire, pain, strength, determination, passion--- all the very essence of my mother!

  • She was smart, kind, strong and resilient.

  • Life was a fight and a challenge she didn't back down from, no matter the struggle she gave it her all for she was a warrior!

  • Through it all she stayed vibrant and delightful even as her demons of pain, deep physical pain, tried to ravish her body and depression destroy her mind she was a light, a beacon of hope!

  • And, her truest friend--- Creativity--- remained her constant for art was she and she was art.

  • My mom was an extraordinary being who lit the world afire in a quiet but explosive way.

  • She was not one for the spotlight but one that deserved it!

  • No, her glory was in the creative, abstract process.

  • It was a world that made sense to her. She could see the potential and beauty of a blank canvas or unformed clay, the dancing figures made from charcoal sticks or from basic black ink.

  • There was something chemically, almost magical, that happened to her when her paintbrush touched the watercolor or the way the acrylics laid upon the canvas or the simplistic glory of graphite swirled on paper.

  • Those were the things that lit her on fire, she was ALIVE! Her light was so bright and it touched everyone she met.

  • Although she no longer exists in this realm her spirit lives on --- her light is in me, in her grandson, in her work.

  • This exhibition is a tribute to the unique style and energy that Janice--- my mom--- brought to this world... Truly one-of-a-kind! Enjoy!

  • Thank you Jodi! You have moved us to tears, what a beautiful journey this has been. Thanks for sharing your Mom's and your own light with us. xo

  • In memory of God's Special Angel, Janice Chandler

  • Happy 2018 everyone! Lets find out who our Jan artist is!

  • It's Jodi Blacksher, sharing the works of her Mom Janice Chandler.

  • S.Dot Gallery is pleased to present : works by Janice Chandler, installation and words by Jodi Blacksher

  • What can you say about the best, most talented mom?I guess you can say I still wear rose colored glasses.

  • She was everything to me as I was everything to her.

  • As I sat in front of the dollhouse intent on picking just the right pieces the color red called to me.

  • For some unknown reason each room had to have an element of red, my least favorite color.

  • It wasn't until writing this statement that the irony resonated with me.

  • Red is the color of love, energy, fire, pain, strength, determination, passion--- all the very essence of my mother!

  • She was smart, kind, strong and resilient.

  • Life was a fight and a challenge she didn't back down from, no matter the struggle she gave it her all for she was a warrior!

  • Through it all she stayed vibrant and delightful even as her demons of pain, deep physical pain, tried to ravish her body and depression destroy her mind she was a light, a beacon of hope!

  • And, her truest friend--- Creativity--- remained her constant for art was she and she was art.

  • My mom was an extraordinary being who lit the world afire in a quiet but explosive way.

  • She was not one for the spotlight but one that deserved it!

  • No, her glory was in the creative, abstract process.

  • It was a world that made sense to her. She could see the potential and beauty of a blank canvas or unformed clay, the dancing figures made from charcoal sticks or from basic black ink.

  • There was something chemically, almost magical, that happened to her when her paintbrush touched the watercolor or the way the acrylics laid upon the canvas or the simplistic glory of graphite swirled on paper.

  • Those were the things that lit her on fire, she was ALIVE! Her light was so bright and it touched everyone she met.

  • Although she no longer exists in this realm her spirit lives on --- her light is in me, in her grandson, in her work.

  • This exhibition is a tribute to the unique style and energy that Janice--- my mom--- brought to this world... Truly one-of-a-kind! Enjoy!

  • Thank you Jodi! You have moved us to tears, what a beautiful journey this has been. Thanks for sharing your Mom's and your own light with us. xo