Skip to main content

An Interview With the Artist

Today, I present to you an interview with the amazing Jill Hejl, the illustrator of my book Haiku Horror Stories.

CB:  Thank you for letting me interview you! You know I've been following your progress in your 365
challenge. How do you keep yourself on-task to art each day?

JH:  Well, it's hard! It's a commitment that I made to myself that I wanted to honor, but probably announcing it publicly made the possibility of letting a day slide by impossible! ha! I think to myself, you HAVE to get it done! The weekends aren't as bad, but during the week when I work full-time, and don't get a chance
to start until 8 p.m. or later, it is sheer force of will that says, I've GOT to go paint or draw a picture.

CB:  Do you remember the first piece of art you sold? What feelings and thoughts were going on inside
your head and heart?

JH:  I think the first large sale I had was a huge, oversized planter and it's accompanying dish that I painted and sold at a local gift shop, Sasso's, in the late 90's. I remember feeling giddy and excited doing it, because I secretly only wanted to be an artist, and here I was actually doing just that--making something up in my head and getting paid for its creation. It's really something having a dream start to break out of its bud and come true. You don't quite believe it at first.

CB:  What is your biggest fear you have about your art?

JH:  Hmm. Biggest fear...I suppose you worry that you will run out of ideas. I sometimes feel that way when I'm not feeling well. I'll say to my husband, that's it, there's nothing left. He reassures me it's because I'm sick and the ideas will return. Thankfully they always have. It's strange as well, because I will have that feeling even when I have notebooks and piles of post-it notes lying around with all sorts of ideas on them, but they don't "strike me" at the time--I can't bring them to fruition if I don't feel them. It's kind of like having a
closet full of clothes, but feeling like you have nothing to wear.

CB:  You talk about food on your blog quite often. What is your dream meal including one appetizer, one
entree, and one dessert?

JH:  Oh, that's tough, because I am a big foodie. Appetizer--I'm a big ceviche fan, so either that or a delicious seafood bouillabaisse Entrée--I had some of the most phenomenal pork belly tacos not long ago--I feel like I could have eaten a zillion of those--with cilantro, thinly sliced red onion, avocado chunks, and lime juice--dripping in deliciousness. For dessert even though gluten bothers me, I'd go with some French pastry--flaky layers filled with hazelnut cream or frangipane (almond paste). Yum. There's a dessert at the famous Angelina's in Paris called a Mont Blanc. It's filled with chestnut cream. Now THAT would be a high contender, I'm sure.

CB:  Where would you be enjoying this meal and with what three people?

JH:  Well, preferably Paris or sitting on some ocean beach. You never said if the people currently had to be alive, so I'll go with my 3 idols, Julia Child, Benjamin Franklin, and Al Pacino. After all, part of what makes a meal delicious is the company and conversation. (-;

CB:  Where can people buy or commission your work?

JH:  People can contact me via Facebook, through my blog, www.livedrawpaint.blogspot.com, or through email at jillhejl@comcast.netjillhejl@comcast.net.

CB:  What is your favorite “oddball” moment from the shows you've done?

JH:  I'd have to say it was last year when somehow my tent was positioned on a nest of cicada killers! I was fighting those huge babies off all day! Wait, I think I was going to do a painting of that. Thanks for helping me remember that crazy experience! ha!

CB:  If you could give a newbie artist one piece of advice, what would it be?

JH:  Believe it yourself. I mean REALLY believe in yourself and listen to your own voice. Sometimes you'll sit there and watch others sell tons of stuff or get tons of compliments or Facebook "likes" while you get a fraction of that. It can hurt, but you have to keep remembering that it doesn't matter. In other words, don't worry about being popular. If you're a true artist, it's far more important to honor the nature of your own talent.

CB:  What’s the greatest compliment anyone has given you about your artwork?

JH:  That it's unique and that it makes them think and/or makes them happy. That's a great trifecta! (-:

Jill has also participated in many of the projects from the Brooklyn Art Library.  You can look through some of her digitized work here.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

In the Witch's Lair

So a little while ago, Tim Holtz had a video showing all of the new Ideal-ology goodies for Christmas. You know me, I bleed orange and black, but one thing in particular made me OOL (ooh out loud). The Vignette Box Tops. When I saw the sweet scenes he made out of Vignette Boxes and those tops...my Halloween vein started throbbing! I ordered them and finally got them Thursday. I was off work yesterday and not feeling well so I created this neat little vignette! Everything used to create this project is Tim Holtz except for the black creepy drape cloth, the glass glitter, and the moss. It all started with larger Vignette box. I cut a piece of Halloween paper to fit the back and edged it in Black Soot Distress ink.  I took the largest box top and traced it out onto a piece of Lost and Found paper stash. I wanted to use a Halloween design, but the paper was just a bit too small. Once I had the box top traced, I cut it out and cut out the little window portion as well. I added Black

I Have No Words

This post has been a difficult one to write.  Like so many others, the pandemic has really thrown me into a loop and brought many unexpected and unwanted changes.   I left my job of over 19 years in October. The stress, frustration, and unhappiness was too much and the negativity was seeping into my off-time and basically killed any motivation I had to write or make anything.  Around that same time, my sister's breast cancer returned with a vengeance and destroyed the funny, loving, energetic woman I had always known and loved. She became a fragile shell and then she was gone.  My heart was still raw when my mother, the rock of our family, died unexpectely on Friday. I'm stunned. Shocked. It makes no sense. She's gone.  I'm not sure what the future holds for me. I've been working in the healthcare field and I'm happy with the job but life keeps telling me how short it is and I think I need to really listen this time.

My Submission for Needle's Flash Fiction Challenge

"Gone Fishing" Copyright 2010 by Carey Burns Prissy jumped down from Veronica's lap and skittered to the front of the fishing boat, her paws on the side rail as she barked at the kids fishing on the shoreline. "Von, will you keep that ratty dog quiet? She's scaring away the fish." Sam reeled in his slack line, wishing he would have left her and that damn dog of hers at home instead of letting her weasel her way into his fishing trip with Bailey. Baily Evers was the only reason Von had any interest in fishing and she flirted with him mercilessly in the truck and for the first hour on the lake until Sam told her to shut her silly mouth. Since then Veronica sat sulking with Prissy whimpering in her arms. Bailey chuckled. "Maybe we can hang ol' Pris over the edge and see if there really are barracuda in this lake." He tilted back his Dodgers' cap and wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting as he stared off across the lake. "Should we