I am the grandchild of Kristin Kjorlaug and bear her artist name. I grew up loving Norwegian stories, wearing the Santa Lucia crown at Christmas, and taking rosemaling lessons from my grandma. I think of the colors royal blue and burnt umber, and the smell of linseed oil in my memories of her. She fed my love for art with paints and drawing books as presents. It is her teaching that comes out in my art today, because “grandma was the best painter in the world” –at least I think so.
I have learned that to be an artist comes not from the degrees you have, but from the love of doing it. It’s a gift given from the artistic God who created them. Grandma had that gift and I hope to honor that gift by doing art in her name, continuing her legacy.
The goal of all my projects is to make it deeply meaningful and uncomplicated for families to celebrate Christ in their homes, specifically on special days of the calendar where reminders are abundant.
For the love of the Artist,
(Kjorlaug begins with a sound somewhere between “sh” and “ch” [Chur-log]. Just in case you were struggling with your Norwegian)
“You shall therefore lay up these words of mine in your heart… You shall teach them to your children, talking of them when you are sitting in your house, and when you are walking by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates…” Deuteronomy 11:18-20
There is no art without God. He is the Grand Artist of all we see, including me. My inspiration comes from His artistry. I love looking at the world through the eyes of The Artist and seeing what He looks like — glimpses of His beauty in the most hidden places. May my art point you to Him. I have nothing to offer that He has not given.
You’ve gotten to meet my Norwegian, city grandma, Kristin Kjorlaug, I hope. If not, you can read about her here. She is the inspiration for so much of what I’m doing right now. I am in love with my Scandinavian heritage because of my grandmothers.