Jessie Jellicorse Art

12/24/2024

I’m thrilled that reproduction of my painting “In Transition” is a part of a majorly awesome Christmas Giveaway hosted by the talented . This is an archival, 24x36 giclèe print on coldpress watercolor paper and will be given to one of two lucky winners (frame not included). Go check out the Christmas Giveaway post on her page for your chance to win.

🌿 The 1st winner will receive:

- a 2 hour storytelling session (based in Boone) curated & captured by myself, , & (2 galleries!)
- 2 candles from
- a 24x36 art print by .jellicorse.art
- a $50 gift card to (a yummy treat to grab after your session maybeeee)
- 3 hour bartending service for any event with (alcohol not included; 1 hour of travel included)
- a pair of earrings by

🌿 The 2nd winner (for my fellow photogs), will receive:

- 6 month subscription of the Advanced Plan with
- 1 hour studio session at (non-local photogs can gift this if they win)
- 1 year Select Pro subscription with
- $50 gift card to (i got the cutest puffer & touch screen gloves here for a cold wedding!)
- 2 candles from

12/09/2024

Which is your favorite? 1, 2, or 3?

12/07/2024

Throwback to one year ago when dozens of friends and family gathered around to cheer me on at my first gallery showing, many of whom drove for hours and paid for lodging to attend. They surprised me with a champagne toast and spoke of their pride in me. The thing is, while they all generously “oood” and “aaahd” at my paintings, the real reason they showed up was because of their love for me. I could have been showcasing at a LEGO robotics competition and they would have rolled in with the same enthusiasm. And for the dozens that came, there are so many others who have formed who I am through both challenge and praise - the current in the background that has carried me and mine through different channels of life. What a gift. If I had any superpower, it would be the people who love me. I say this with such humility, I am spoiled, I am thankful. When I was a little girl, my sister had a sweatshirt I deeply coveted with a Mary Engelbreit iron-on appliqué which read “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold”. I have pondered that little phrase for decades now and it rings so true. Some relationships bring an immediate depth, and others are seasoned with time and vulnerability. All are treasures. Thank you to my friends, to the new and old, to the deeply integrated and the occasional text messagers, to those who know me now and those who knew me once upon a time, for the long-standing friends and the “we shared a special season” friends. For all of you, I am grateful.

12/07/2024

Throwback to one year ago when dozens of friends and family gathered around to cheer me on at my first gallery showing, many of whom drove for hours and payed for lodging to attend. They surprised me with a champagne toast and spoke of their pride in me. The thing is, while they all validated and “oood” and “aaahd” my work, they showed up was because they love me. I could have been showcasing at a LEGO robotics competition and they would have rolled in with the same enthusiasm. And for the dozens that came, there are just as many who have formed who I am through both challenge and praise - the background current in my life that has carried me and mine through different channels of life. What a gift. If I had any superpower, it would be the people who love me. I say this with such humility, I am spoiled, I am thankful. When I was a little girl, my sister had a sweatshirt I deeply coveted with a Mary Engelbreit iron-on appliqué which read “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold”. I have pondered that little phrase for decades now and it rings so true. Some relationships bring an immediate depth, and others are seasoned with time and vulnerability. All are treasures. Thank you to my friends, to the new and old, to the deeply integrated and the occasional text messagers, to those who know me now and those who knew me once upon a time, for the long-standing friends and the we shared a special season friends. I am grateful.

12/04/2024

I can never escape these dreamy, distant water scenes.

DM for inquiries, I have a few similar pieces available not yet posted on my website.

Don’t forget - 25% off all orders + free shipping until 12/14

12/01/2024

11/27/2024

🌟 Thanksgiving Giveaway! 🌟

This Thanksgiving week, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for all the support, encouragement, and kindness you’ve shown me over the past year. It has truly been a wild and delightful journey!

To celebrate a year filled with growth, opportunity, and the beauty of the Thanksgiving season, I’m excited to give away this special original painting, “Autumn Lake.” 🍂

How to Enter:

1. Tag a friend in the comments below. Each comment counts as one entry.
2. Share this post to your stories (don’t forget to tag me!) for an additional 3 entries.
3. The contest winner will be chosen and announced this Saturday, November 30th.

Thank you for being a part of my journey! And good luck!

10/31/2024

A quiet, misty morning landscape. The delicate blending of greens and grays draw the eye inward, suggesting that the path forward, though veiled, is still rich with possibility. This piece is a gentle nudge, a reminder to keep moving forward, trusting that clarity and light will eventually break through the fog, illuminating your journey.

“What You Need is to Continue”
24” X 36”, framed in maple
Oil on Canvas

10/14/2024

Last month, I captured this moment standing in the misty rain in front of Common Good Gallery in Boone, NC. I was thrilled to see one of my favorite pieces, “Quest,” displayed in their front window. Little did we know that just weeks later, Hurricane Helene would bring devastation to this area. The nation held its breath as we watched footage of King Street, including this very storefront, transformed into a river of water.

It’s been both beautiful and heartbreaking to witness the resilience of the town I love—home to this incredible gallery, my parents, my sister and her family, many dear friends, and where my husband and I built our lives for over six years. With true mountain grit, this community has come together to support one another and those affected by the storm.

There’s still so much work to be done, and many surrounding communities are still in need of assistance. Common Good has truly embodied their name, tirelessly serving Boone through hard work, providing generators, volunteers, funds, and essential supplies. I’m incredibly proud of them, the Boone community, Samaritans Purse (where my husband served as a disaster response manager for over three years), and all the churches, non-profits, and grassroots efforts stepping up to meet the needs of the Boone area.

10/08/2024

How does one set goals?
The physical, tangible goals often feel too vain, too carnal—lose
12 pounds, keep a spotless house, drive a shiny new car, or buy that dream land
in the mountains. Everything can be taken away in an instant. You can get sick
and watch the weight creep back. You can scrub and tidy all day, only to wake
up to a mess again. You can pour your heart into that new car and build a home
on that land—only to see it swept away by a thousand-year flood.
Then there are the eternal and ethereal goals, those rooted in
deep value and purpose—like “get closer to God,” “make sure my family feels
loved,” or “honor my body.” They feel so elusive. While they may hold a higher
significance, they’re too easy to lose sight of, too easy to fall short of.
They’re hard to measure, leaving us with a nagging sense of inadequacy.
That house I cleaned to show my family love is the very one their
muddy feet and scattered Legos are turning into chaos. But shouldn’t I take
pride in their open play and wild spirit? Isn’t that the mark of children who
are truly loved? And that weight I’m trying to shed? It spiraled me into a
cycle of obsessive counting and restriction, turning my feelings toward my body
into something cruel and unkind. But is our only home on the hill the one in
heaven? What about the legacy for my children, the warm space to host friends
and strangers alike? Is it so wrong to desire a gathering place on this side of
eternity? My goals seem set in motion to undermine one another.
How do we create goals that weave together the eternal and the
physical? How do we honor both realms without neglecting one or elevating the
other? How do I strive to grow in meaningful ways without drowning in anxiety
and disappointment? How does one set ambitions that stretch us, yet don’t
become mere exercises in futility—like a gerbil spinning on a wheel, chasing a
sense of control in this wild, unpredictable life that often feels beyond our
grasp?
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Have you found a way to embody
your faith without reducing it to mere manifestations of our carnal desires?
How do you pursue the longings of your heart without letting the compass of
your emotions, which can be so deceptive, become your true north?

09/28/2024

Thanking my lucky stars, counting my blessings, and feeling the warmth and blessing of 38 years on this good earth. A getaway weekend w my main man is the cherry on top of a month full of family, travel, friends, mountain escapes, lake escapades, and quality time with my babies as they enjoy their three week fall break.

09/09/2024

“Clouds Lifting over the Valley”
34 x 40
Oil on Canvas
Framed in Maple

09/03/2024

If you caught my stories today, you would know that I got my ego a bit rattled when I discovered that what I believed was a legitimate article highlighting me as a brilliant artist was actually a stupid scam. Not only was a smidge embarrassed, but I was also very frustrated because I spent a significant amount of time responding to the questions sent to me for “the article”. I.E - time I could have spent painting, working on my website, or doing literally anything else that wouldn’t amount to a complete waste.

So, when I opened my email this afternoon letting me know that this painting, “In Finding”, was purchased, I felt so deeply grateful. The timing does not feel like a coincidence - how kind God can be - because it was exactly what I needed to encourage my somewhat weary heart.

I painted this work in February as a reflection of a period in my life where the essence of who I am was being challenged to the core. The mountain in the distance is one that I ended up climbing just a day after taking the snapshot that inspired this piece. It was a mountain that literally almost killed me but didn’t succeed (comment below if you want that story) and actually became a pivotal symbol of discovering inner strength and resolve. This is the very message I needed to remember today. What a sweet nudge to continue to move forward, stay the course, and keep on climbing.

If you happen to be the new owner of this piece, please reach out to me directly. I have no way of knowing who the purchasers of my work are unless they come directly to me. I would love to send you a letter of authenticity as well as a token of my appreciation.

❤️

08/27/2024

In the act of painting, I discover a profound sense of stillness. Lost in the strokes and layers of color, I am gently pulled back to reality only when necessary. The ability to immerse myself in the process and pigment offers the gift of quiet focus, a meditation with marks. My hope is that this tranquility is transmitted to the final artwork, offering a visual respite for you, the observer, to enter and momentarily escape.

“Painting is the only art form except still photography which is without time. Music takes time to listen to and ends, writing takes time and ends, movies end, ideas and even sculpture takes time. Painting does not. It never ends, it is the only thing that is both continuous and still. Then I can be very happy. It’s a still place. It’s like one world, one image.” – Joan Mitchell, 1986

08/19/2024

“Shared Sky”
from the Finding Space Collection
Sold

08/16/2024

Which speaks to you the most, 1, 2, or 3?

08/14/2024

“I’ve Been Here Before”
Available - DM for details

07/22/2024

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