I think I would fit in well with the bear community, cause all I want to do in January is hibernate. I’m so content in my cozy cave, keeping quiet, space to think, planting seeds for things I want to blossom in the spring 🌱🌸 Do you guys feel this way? See you when the sun comes out ☀️ ✌🏻
Every year between Christmas and New Years my husband/business partner and I have a “State of the Art” meeting. It’s one of my favorite conversations we have all year. We talk about our business, what we liked about last year, where we should take it the next year, where to maximize energy/strengths, what shows I want to do, what goals I have in my painting, what I want to learn next, how to make the business side run more efficiently, what work I want to create... I love his wisdom and input and how much our counseling helps me define my directions. I get so excited for the next chapter and how I’m going to keep stretching and growing. “Business owner” is never a title I thought I’d have, but treating myself and my work seriously has opened up more doors than I ever imagined, and I’m so proud of how this little baby has grown over the past five years. Bring it, 2019! I’m excited for you!!
The studio’s feeling a lot like Santa’s workshop these days as I’m working as fast as a little elf, spinning up magic for wonderful girls and boys ✨ It’s such an honor to play a small role in the love everyone is showing each other at Christmastime. ❤️🎄🎁❤️ (and thanks to everyone else who’s patiently waiting for that love until after January 🙏🏻)
“Graceful” 18x24, available in the shop (https://www.stephaniehock.com/originals/)
[“Snow Family” sold] As if this season wasn’t crazy enough, my family and I decided to swap around some rooms in our house. The kids moved their favorite toys to a new playroom in the basement (the rest are sitting in my family room waiting to be thrown away or donated 🤦🏻♀️), my husband moved his office from the basement to my old art studio (just in time for finals week 🤦🏻♂️) and I moved my art studio into the old playroom (right in the thick of deadlines and shows 🤦🏻♀️). It was probably the worst timing ever. But, the dust is finally settling a bit and everyone is loving their new spaces! Especially me, since I now have DOUBLE the space and can work so much more efficiently! But my favorite thing about the new bigger space is how much better it can accommodate the people I love. Yesterday I was working and one by one, each of my children wandered in, found a little nook of their own and expanded the energy with their own light and creativity (some I even put to work and taught what “unpaid internship” means 😂 it’s okay, I’ll pay her in all these amazon boxes that keep showing up on my porch...). I love being able to work in my home and mother at the same time. Both of these roles are so important to me and I still pinch myself that I get to do all the things I love ❤️ Thank you to every one of you who makes it possible! And thank you again to everybody who ordered something during the flash sale! I’m so excited to paint all of your stories!
Friday is my last show of 2018! What a fun year it’s been! This show is with one of my favorite galleries @alpineartframe, which is also where I had my very first show ever. I painted these two snow paintings for them (angel is 10x10, sledding is 12x12). It’s a group show with lots of fun artists and is part of @gallerystroll from 6-9! Come check it out! My husband and I are going to drop in our way to @jimgaffigan 🖼+🤣=❤️
Last night was so much fun! Thank you to everyone who came!! I feel sorry for anyone who came to my table hoping to get a painting after they were all sold out. So, as a special thank you, if you contact me in the next 24 hours (DM or email firstname.lastname@example.org) I’ll honor the sale price of a 6x6 inch painting for $100. You choose the subject! And the offer is open to anyone, even if you didn’t make the show! Joy to the world! ❤️🖼❤️
It’s gray outside today, but I’ve got all your happy color right here! Come hang out with us at the #100dollarshow tonight at the @springvillemuseum! It goes from 6:30-8:00 and there’s plenty of great art, even if you can’t get there right at the beginning. Check out my stories for close ups of each painting! This year I’m bringing several original acrylic paintings and several original ink paintings. I love the bright colors and I love the simple elegance of just lines and values. Hope one of them speaks to your heart as well ❤️
One more that I’ll have tomorrow night at the #100dollarshow! This one’s called “Face First” and has such delicious textures in the thick snow. I painted this from a photo of my son who kind of goes face first into every situation. Every family has that kid who comes up and sheepishly says, “Somehow my pants accidentally ended up in the toilet” with a crooked face, and he is mine. 🤦🏻♀️/❤️ allllll day.
Brand new art at @15th_street_gallery just in time for @gallerystroll tonight! Come see this piece, “Ensign Peak” 20x20, among others! I’ll be taking my twin daughters on an art date to the galleries tonight, so if you see us say hello!
My first full time job out of college gave me the opportunity to travel around the country frequently. I met up with colleagues for conferences or meetings, but there were plenty of times (arriving, departing or in between) where I found myself alone. I still wanted to explore these new cities and it became a challenge to see what I was confident enough to do by myself. Walking the streets was easy. Museums were easy. But was I brave enough to go to a movie by myself? Could I be alone and not lonely? I remember the first time I went to a sit-down restaurant. It was a breakfast place in Philadelphia and I wanted more than fast-food. So I told the host I needed a table for one and held my head up as she seated me. This was before everyone had a friend in their phone and fellow diners curiously glanced at me, all alone at my table. I chose to look them in the eye and smile, daring anyone to feel sorry for me. It was exhilarating. I stopped thinking about how the world was looking at me (what everyone else might be thinking of me) and started really looking at THEM instead. Was there another lonely soul I could befriend? Did someone need some extra kindness? I saw people differently, not as an audience to my life but rather that I could be a witness to theirs. What could I discover about them in their quiet moments? I was a blocked artist back then, but those were the seeds of my career beginning to form. What are the stories of people and how could I tell them? Now I’m in a world where I’m very often surrounded by people, but I’ve never lost that lesson of being confident when I’m all alone. And every once in awhile it’s still exhilarating to sneak off for a movie or meal all alone. [Come see this painting “Confidence” at David Ericson Gallery TONIGHT from 6-9:00 and help celebrate his 40th anniversary!]
Thank you so much to everyone who came to the #135show last week! That was so much fun, wasn’t it? There was a point at the beginning I got trapped in a corner and had to crawl behind my booth and come out the other side 😂😂 But, all those fun people FOR THE LOVE OF ART!!! It makes my heart so happy to see the excitement for owning original art! You guys are the best! For any who couldn’t make it, I listed what I have left in my shop (https://www.stephaniehock.com/originals/) and will even honor the 1-3-5 sale prices for the next few days. Check it out! And thank you @utahartmarket for putting on such a great show 👏🏻❤️ [“Teaching” 8x10, available]
“Snow Train” 11x11, available at the #135show TONIGHT!! Hope your calendar is telling you to come party art-style 🎉🖼🎉 There’s food and live music and entrance is free! Come pick out something fun for yourself or those you love ❤️ @utahartmarket #utahartmarket
Tonight is the night of the #135show! Hope to see you there! This painting came from a photo I took one day when my family and i went downtown and walked around to enjoy the fall. Every street was in full splendor and the colors were breathtaking. I used a palette knife as I painted the leaves and had so much fun capturing some of that texture and those shapes of color. Come see it tonight at the show! [“Walk Beside Me” 11x11, available] @utahartmarket #utahartmarket
I think parenting is a gardener’s game. Sometimes I get so frustrated when I don’t see results automatically, and my patient husband reminds me it takes a lot of repetitive and careful nourishing day after day, week after week before we see the fruits. I tend to kill everything I actually plant in my garden and I’m hoping that analogy doesn’t translate over to my parenting (but some bedtimes.. 😵). This is my pep talk to myself to trust the seeds I’m planting and find beauty in small, noticeable growth that I catch glimpses of 🌱 If i keep at it, someday I’ll see the full harvest, right? [“The Vineyard” available at the #135show this Saturday! @utahartmarket] (thanks for the great reference photo @mcdaddyx6!)
I had so much fun at the Zions Bank Art Show last night! I was especially honored to be the featured artist this year! It was so fun to see my painting on the invitations and name tags and signs all night. I still feel like there’s a young girl inside of me that wasn’t sure anything she painted would ever be good enough to show anyone. And then you have a night like this that just marks how far down the road I’ve come. It’s so humbling. I loved talking to people all night and hearing collectors tell me how my paintings have changed their spaces. Buying art is such an investment in yourself, in your own future happiness every time you see it, and it’s a privilege to play any small role in that. My heart is full ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you to everyone at @zionsbank!! #zionsbankartshow
“Read To Me” ❤️📚
[“Variety” 6x6, available at the #135show on 11/10!] October has been such a busy month for me getting ready for fall shows! Every year I tell myself I’ll use my summer better to get ready for the busy fall art season. And every summer I paint some, but I’m also so busy making memories with my kids that I don’t get in my studio as much as I think. C’est la vie, right? But honestly, my kids are growing way too fast as it is and I wouldn’t trade a minute of the time. When I start counting how many summers I have left of their childhood, I just want to scoop them all close and not let go. But I have also found there is beauty in each stage of growth and I trust that will continue even when my babies are adults and I have all the studio time I want. 🌱💐🌷🍂
Last Sunday, my friend (and former roommate) Olivia Daubin Clark was driving down the highway when a deer jumped into the road. She swerved, but still ended up hitting it, causing her car to roll. Although she was wearing her seatbelt, she died instantly. Her two year old was also in the car but only sustained minor injuries. I am shocked and heartbroken at her sudden loss. She left behind a wonderful husband (that it took her so long to find!) and three beautiful boys ages two to eight. I watched her face light up with joy on her wedding day—the happiest I’d ever seen her. When I had my first son, she mailed me “Little Blue Truck” and tutored me on having sons (“they will be your little boyfriends and you will fall in love all over again every day.” She was right). Her death has brought to light how deeply her life influenced mine— the music I listen to, the simple way I decorate, the beauty in quiet, the soft voice when I mother, the appreciation of every soul. She was just starting to pursue painting and asking my advice about how to balance an art career with motherhood. I was so excited to see the body of work her hands would make. But she already created her finest masterpieces in her three sons, and when I think that their tiny arms won’t be able to hug their mama anymore, it forms a lump in my throat that I can’t swallow. In the helpless wake of all that I can’t change, I’d like to auction off this painting and donate the entire amount to her husband and sons. When I painted this, I was so fascinated with studying light— how it moved through things, bounced off them and reflected onto whatever was around them. It’s brought on new meaning as I think of Olivia’s light, how it continues to move through me and how reflecting it and sharing it keeps her alive, allows her beautiful soul to keep giving. The painting “All That Light Passes Through” is 16x20 inches (retails for $1,000). Bidding will start at $100 and will end Thursday, October 25th at 5:00 pm MST. Bid by commenting on this instagram post: https://www.instagram.com/p/BpSptG_AbFm/?taken-by=stephaniehockart and I will send a link to the highest bidder to pay through my website. (If you’d like to donate to the family, you can also go to their gofundme page here: https://www.gofundme.com/vvf3qb-help-for-the-clark-family)
When I was dating my husband, things moved really fast. It was so fun and exhilarating and I felt like he could easily be THE ONE I was waiting for. But that’s also what scared me. How do you know what true love really is? He was just a normal person, how did I know I could live with his quirks? How would I know if he’d keep being the same wonderful man ten or twenty years down the road? I went on a trip to New York City with my sisters and broke away one day to walk by myself in Central Park. I found myself sitting on a bench, praying out all my concerns. When I finished, a clear thought came to my mind: Love is a choice and where you plant it, it will grow. I decided right there to choose to plant all my seeds of love into Adam. I started keeping a list of everything I loved about him and added to it as time went on. Sure enough, love grew. It not only grew, it FLOURISHED. I turned that list into a book and gave it to him on our wedding day, a testament to the truth of my impression in the park. I chose love and love grew. If I had focused on all of my husband’s cracks and flaws, I never would’ve found such deep and satisfying love. I had to choose love.
I feel the same way about faith. Faith is a choice and where you plant it, it will grow. I choose faith. When I’m standing in the dark, I choose to wait and believe that the light is coming. I may not see it yet, but a rumble beneath my feet or a whoosh of air on my face tell me the train is coming, and I trust in those quiet signs. I don’t know how long I‘ll wait, but I know that standing here will get me where I need to go. You board the train you’re waiting for. Seeds grow where you plant them. I plant my faith and focus on the many, many ways I see it manifest all around me. And just like love, faith grows. And that faith has been rewarded over and over by marvelous bursts of light. For instance, on October 6th my prophet invited me to take a 10-day break from social media. Listening to this counsel, like so many other times in the past, proved to be more of a gift to me than I would even realize. I’m grateful for faith. I’m grateful for how much it carries me. And I’m grateful for MY Savior, Jesus Christ, who is always my brightest light and the one I plant all my faith in. He is as real today as He ever has been.
This painting, “The Light is Coming” is part of a group Spiritual and Religious Show that opens tonight from 6-8 pm at the Springville Museum of Art. It will hang until January, so come check it out!