HeyJaredArt & Nature
I'm a book-reading, woods-walking, art-making, poetry-writing human, lucky to live this life.
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Wild Curriculum, Part 3: Sassafras (opens the original)
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Of all the trees that grow in my woods, Sassafras is my favorite.Sassafras (Sassafras albidum) is not the tallest tree species in Indiana (on average, that’s the Tuliptree), nor does it live the longest (Oaks and Hickories), nor does it provide fruit that humans eat (like Pawpaws and Persimmons), nor nuts (like Black Walnut and Hazelnut). I’m not entirely sure why I love Sassafras trees so much, but it might be tied up with the fact that, unlike some plants, I’ve learned about Sassafras trees sl
Some Things I No Longer Believe I Need To Do As An Artist (And A Few I Do) (opens the original)
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Over the years, I’ve collected a lot of assumptions about what it takes to be an Artist with a capital A. I never went to art school - in fact, the last formal art class I took was in 5th grade - so these assumptions seeped in gradually.In the years leading up to 2020, before COVID-19 and my own autoimmune disease changed everything, when I was making artwork to sell at art fairs and in shops and galleries, I judged my own success by metrics almost entirely based on total sales and number of ite
Wild Curriculum, Part 2: Monarch Butterfly (opens the original)
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When I was a child, in the late 1970s and early 1980s, we lived in a northern Indiana neighborhood that had been carved out of farmland. The houses were new, the streets were new, and our yard backed up to a field that was always planted in either corn or soybeans. But just where the road dead-ended, and they hadn’t yet sold the lots for houses, there were fields that had been left to themselves. They were slowly reverting to prairie, and we played there.I remember those fields thick with wildfl
Wild Curriculum, Part 1: Dogbane (opens the original)
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For years I walked the same road almost every day.It is a private gravel road through my neighborhood in southern Indiana, edged by woods. The dog and I would walk the loop through the neighborhood, exercising and enjoying nature in the way many people enjoy nature: Look at that bird! Look at the way the sun slants just so through the trees! I walked it in spring when the trees were just leafing out. I walked it in summer, when I was grateful for the shade of those same trees. By autumn the wood
A Year in Color: Summer (opens the original)
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Every year, sometime in July, I begin waiting for it. Not for the first hint of autumn color, which comes much later, but for a transformation that happens along the roadsides, in abandoned fields, and on the edges of the woods where I spend so much of my time. Where I live, the endless greens of early summer begin to give way to purple and gold.First, the Black-eyed Susans open, dark gold patches broken up by the dark purple flowers of Ironweed and the light purple of Joe Pye Weed. Woodland Sun
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