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Coming soon: new note cards

Posted on: October 31st, 2021 by jmbroekman

Time to make the note cards

It’s that time of year again. This year I had an abundance of peonies and made a mess of new drawings from which to produce note cards. If you’d like to help me choose which sets to reproduce, head over to the 2021-Notecard-Ballot-page (link also on the right – 2021 Notecard Ballot), and leave me a comment. I made it easier this time around. There are three sets to choose from, and I’m interested in hearing which are the two out of three that you prefer.

As always, I appreciate your ongoing support and help! Here’s to the beauty of connection via snail-mail.


Posted on: April 16th, 2021 by jmbroekman 2 Comments
16 hearts
side view of 16 hearts
head one view of 16 hearts

On why I hate this day.

If I were to play favorites with the days on a calendar, this one would be at the bottom of my list. It wins the prize for being the one day I’d like to wipe off the calendar altogether. Grief does that. It binds meaning to arbitrary dates during the year. This is the day, 16 years ago that my sister died. I will never stop missing her. Though the edges have become a little less sharp, the hole she left is as big as it ever was.


I think a lot about how the trajectory of a life can change in an instant. The war changed the direction of both of my parent’s lives. The path of each of my nieces’ lives changed fairly dramatically when their mother died. I wonder if who we become is inevitably and profoundly altered by the events we run up against. Probably.

But what if we are each planted on this earth with a specific destiny, and these events that change the route of our lives are in fact a course correction? Maybe we really are exactly where and who we are supposed to be at any given moment in our lives. These thoughts bring to my mind the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. Clarence shows George Bailey all the ways that the events in his life shaped the person he is, and how vital he is to his community – how much may have been altered had he not put one foot in front of the other all those years and against all those setbacks to his dreams. Maybe there are specific lessons I was put on this planet to learn, and grief is just one part of my education.

Running a marathon

Months ago I read an article by Alex Hutchinson about how COVID-19 was like running a marathon. He wrote: “It turns out that, if you ask yourself “Can I keep going?” rather than “Can I make it to the finish?” you’re far more likely to answer in the affirmative.” This may be good advice in general: keep going, put one foot in front of the other, and eventually you will get wherever it is you are headed.

Whether grief is a marathon or a sprint, it will probably always suck. But as the young people will tell you: it is what it is. And while I would still like to erase this date from the calendar, for all that it reminds me, it is after all just another day on a rock hurtling through space.

The images included with this post are from a book I made this week for my sister. It includes 16 hearts – one for each year of her absence

Trajectories of Learning

Posted on: September 13th, 2020 by jmbroekman 2 Comments

The path to learning

I’ve been thinking about a conversation I had with my friend, Julia, about the trajectory of learning. Almost twenty-five years ago Julia founded The Penobscot School, a non-profit language school in Rockland, Maine. During the summer, they invited people from all around the world to come study English in an immersive environment, while during the winter they brought native French, Spanish, Italian speakers to teach Americans.

At one point during an Italian immersion she described the trajectory of learning she had witnessed at the school. It didn’t matter if the class was one day, or three weeks, the pattern was the same. Students began with a high level of enthusiasm and excitement but about mid-way through each class, regardless of duration, the energy waned, and participants began to get discouraged and seemingly unable to absorb anything new. In each case, though, they made it through the lull, came back up the other side, and by the end of the class they were again full of zest and passion for language learning.

Learning to find my joy

I experienced something similar while taking Louise Fletcher’s on-line painting course called “Find Your Joy” (which I wrote a little about in my last post). There were definitely moments early in the course where I was finding joy. But somewhere around week 6 I wasn’t getting anywhere; I wasn’t enjoying myself, and I just couldn’t “get it”. I had hit a wall.

And then, just as quickly as I came up against my familiar blocks and barriers, once we were into the 8th week they melted away, and I was back up and running on the path of learning.


Yup, just as the course is winding down, I hit another speed bump. Louise released her last video at the end of this week. In it she shared her process reviewing a series paintings. Initially after seeing this video I had one of those light-bulb aha moments. Then that moment morphed into a point of departure down a rabbit hole of despair.

The “trick” that Louise shared was looking at b/w photos of her work. When I turned snapshots of the work I’ve done over the last ten weeks into monochrome versions of themselves … UGH. All I saw was a bunch of grey mush; there was very little of interest in terms of contrast to help move your eye around the painting. I had to ask myself if for all these years of making art I’d been relying too heavily on my love of and facility with color at the expense of all else.

It felt like I was suddenly back at square one and that I’d wasted the past forty years and all those ten plus thousand hours of work in my studio. But here’s the beauty of on-line learning, when I expressed some of these concerns in the “classroom” Louise responded with: Do you see how black and white this thinking is? Good point.

Velocity of learning

I’ve seen one definition of a learning curve as the rate at which a person progresses in gaining experience or new skills.

Maybe I can look at all those mushy grey photos as an exciting discovery – something new to explore and learn. Maybe there is still time for me to sing my song at the top of my lungs. The opera that is my life is not yet over. So now I need to figure out how to embrace the ever changing velocity of my own sometimes steep learning curve.

(At left are images from weeks 2, 5, and 9)

Adopting a Growth Mindset

Posted on: July 10th, 2020 by jmbroekman

Developing a Growth Mindset

I am recalibrating my vocabulary and learing to turn the word failure into the phrase ‘not yet’. I recently heard a TED Talk by Stanford psychologist Carol Dweck in which she talked about a school in Chicago, where the grading system was “pass/not yet”. There is no failing grade. The result of this simple change is that the students are developing a growth rather than a fixed mindset. With a growth mindset comes curiosity and the willingness to try again, or explore a different approach. With a fixed mindset, you decide you aren’t good at something and don’t even try to improve. The students at this school are developing a growth mindset, they don’t give up easily and are thus more engaged in their learning.

Dweck (who wrote Mindset about this concept) posits that your mindset actually changes what you strive for and how you define success and failure. Maria Popova of Brainpickings, wrote a great piece about thisif you’d like to learn more.

Not Yet

I have that mindset when I am making books – I make a lot of not-yets along the way to the final successful book. I’m not bothered by the wrong turns, I learn something each time. Somehow with my paintings I have a much harder time. The not yet stages always feel like complete and utter failures; which in turn sends me down a rabbit hole of despair. I am trying to learn to trust all those not yet stages. To that end I’ve enrolled in a ten-week painting course with Louise Fletcher – an artist in the UK. It started this week, and already it’s opening up my mind to a lot of possibilities. She is showing me many ways I need to change my mindset. It’s not going to be easy, but I’m ready to try.

The images above are 3 stages of a painting that is clearly still a not-yet. Initially it was a quick oil sketch of some early spring flowers. It was light and airy, maybe OK. But something inside me said, nah, not yet. The last image is the most recent iteration – and it was a response to an exercise from the class this week. I’m pretty sure it’s still a not-yet painting.

But for the first time in a long time, I’m OK with that.

Are You Book Enough: Break

Posted on: May 30th, 2020 by jmbroekman 2 Comments
Break: Seasons


We could probably all use a break right about now. Am I right?

“Break” was this month’s theme for the Instagram bookbinding community “Are You Book Enough” challenge. Sarah Maker, of Editions Studio, began this challenge in 2017, and has been offering up a one word theme every month since then. Artists around the world participate by interpreting the theme and making an artist’s book – broadly defined. I had been following the hashtags (never feeling as if I was quite book enough) for some time before I finally decided to dive in. I have to say that during the shelter in place order, and with the chaos of the news surrounding the COVID-19 pandemic, it has been a balm; a way to turn all of my attention and focus in a positive and engaging direction to come up with a book about: Hexagon for March, Machine for April, and finally Break for this month, May. (If you have an Instagram account and do not already follow me, I encourage you to check out my work for the previous months: @jmbroekman).

The thing is, I am such an obsessively hard worker and perfectionist (in some – clearly not all – ways), that I can’t make just one book. This month (thus far), for example, I’ve completed seven. Each of which has in turn led me to another.

Break. Pause. Interrupt.

“Break” brought to mind so many interpretations. Of course there is break as in: crack, destroy, break apart, break open. But what interested me even more, was break as in: pause, interrupt, the space between. I thought of how it relates to time – the time between, as in intermission; and that what we are experiencing now is a break in the normalcy of our lives, an intermission between Act 1: before the pandemic and what has been; and Act 2: what is still unknown, has yet to become. That was the first book: Intermission (at left top).

Break. Disrupt. That space between two moments.

Next up were a series of thoughts and books about water; waves and tides. The place where the wave crashes, rolls into shore and then back out. The moment when it changes direction. That break when the incoming tide becomes outgoing. A reversal. The gap in a pattern. That nanosecond when something is neither this nor that.

Break. Crack. Destroy.

Then one day I took a detour. As I was washing my hands for the umpteenth time, I glanced up at a painting I’d made 27 years ago. It was from a series of cracked vessel paintings, which in turn reminded me of another small body of work I’d completed in 2015 – prints of vessels that were in response to the bombing of a booksellers street in Iraq in 2007 (more about that project here). I had a mess of proofs from that project in my flat files, and thought I could make a broken cup book (below). The result was not what I had in mind, but it was great to find a use for all those proofs.


Break free, break loose, break out.

Another direction. This one was an idea that had been tumbling around inside my head all month. Spring took it’s time arriving in Maine. At the beginning of May, I wore a heavy jacket on my morning walks – the temps were still only reaching 40 degrees. But each day, I watched as spring slowly started to emerge. It brought to mind the question: when is that moment when one season becomes the next? I was watching as winter broke and became spring, and now spring is fast hurtling toward summer. After I sent my friend Janet some thoughts I was working with for text in the next book, she wrote so eloquently:

Some seasons creep in slow and some days start off in one season and end in another.

I was noticing the windows through which one season breaks free and becomes the next; how plants push their way through the not completely thawed ground to announce the arrival of spring. This became the most recent (but possibly not the last) book for this month’s challenge. It may be the most hopeful of the lot. Which admittedly we can all likely use a good dose of as spring finds it’s way toward summer, and we continue to try and crawl our way into a post-pandemic world.

My hope for you is that this pandemic will not break you in any way shape or form. Be well, stay safe and whole.