Welcome to 2018...
Yes, well it has been around for a bit, you say. I am well aware of that fact, ha! But this has been a year for introspection, for growth. For new projects, places and palettes.
For instance, as of January, my new studio is in the Southside part of downtown Flagstaff: Paso Del Norte building. Studio Jocelyne is located upstairs in #12, the building is on S. San Francisco Street. Visit by appointment, please, as I am not there every day. But it would be wonderful to see you. email to visit: firstname.lastname@example.org
As circumstances would have it, a high school friend of mine came back into my life again. Sj Hylton LeHoven. 40 years ago we graduated from Bearden High School in Knoxville, TN (our reunion approaches rapidly!) Last year Sj decided to wander the states in a newly purchased van, write a book, succeeding in doing so, and asked me to illustrate it. I was quite honored, and the project was very rewarding. It renewed my passion for graphite drawing... something I had kept for my nudes. And now the book is published! Welcome, My Life as a Mule by Sj Hylton LeHoven, illustrated by Jocelyne Champagne Shiner. Wow! August 26th, in Flagstaff, will be the day for our author/artist book and illustration signing event! Please mark your calendars; more info is to follow.
This year has brought joyful visits to and from family! My son, Austin, moved to Flagstaff a little over a year ago. My grandson, who is 3, was brought by my daughter for his first Camp Grandma experience. While Wyatt and I whiled the weeks away, my daughter Jessica used my studio! This grandma visited Georgia, Tennessee and Texas in order to see all my grandchildren. (And Washington to visit my 84-years-young mom.) Granddaughter Avery, also 3, is very anxious for her visit to Flagstaff! Soon, I hope. Azalea, my oldest, comes for Camp Grandma on her own. She is now a beautiful 14 years old, and quite the talented artist. I am sure we will spend some time in my studio. Her genre is the Japanese style of comic drawing, manga.
New places also came in the form of a much-anticipated trip to France! I was overwhelmed by a nostalgic feeling of coming home, although it was my first time there. The familiarity of flora and fauna, of language and people, of my DNA inherited from this place. I fell in love! Two weeks were spent seeing as much as possible, visiting ancestral villages and cities. Cathedrals and patisseries. Art and architecture brought forth by unnamed artisans, stonemasons, woodworkers inspired me... The sycamore trees that stately and proudly lined every street in France! Espresso, pain de chocolat... My maternal village of Muchedent outside of Dieppe in Normandy. Reims, in the heart of the Champagne region, my paternal lineage. The full moon over Honfleur and the Seine in Paris. Lavender fields and a hot air balloon ride up to 4,700 feet over Forcalquier and Mane. From the Normandy coast to the Cote d'Azur. Ooooo la la