Chapter 1
Naive Confidence
Jan -May 2023
About
The Story
When I set out to paint 100 women in dresses, I had left my corporate job just over a year prior and had little to show for it. Sales were slow, my audience was relatively small, and the idea of painting 100 women in dresses fell flat when sharing with family and friends. But for some reason, I believed in this story, and that was enough for me. It was audacious, but more than that, it was the epitome of naive confidence. I couldn't see all of the reasons why this wouldn't work, and that blindness was the sanctuary I needed for this work to grow wings.
I look back at these early pieces with warm memories of painting in my living room. There was no applause; just me, the paints, some homemade coffee, and a prayer. Little did I know this work would change my life forever.
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Naive Confidence
If you are going to start something
brave and new,
make sure to put on a thick layer of naive confidence.
She will carry you farther
than you know.
- Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#001
Child of Light
Oh child of light,
always remember,
darkness can no longer hold you.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#002
Romance at Midnight
It's the hours between cocktails and night caps,
the transfer from "Nice to meet you" to "Do you remember when?"
It's the clock striking midnight
and knowing the romance will still be there in the morning.
It's the story of love,
a passing narrative frozen in time.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#003
She Was Fabulous & Free
There are very few times
when you will find yourself both
fabulous and free.
Make sure those nights include champagne & pretty shoes.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#004
A Kiss Goodnight
It was gentle,
amusing,
the start of something wonderful
and yet,
subtly paired with the words "Goodbye."
This must be how romance novels are born;
with a glass of wine
and a kiss goodnight.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#005
Cherry Blossoms
Cherry blossoms in spring,
curls unapologetic,
a red dress and mauve obsessions.
You my darling,
like a rose in a garden,
were meant to be painted.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#006
A Silent Symphony
In the movement of our steps forward,
the quite choices to build up and not tear down,
a silent symphony is written.
A new song, magnificent and brave,
often only heard by those who come after us.
It is our gift;
music for those who would have otherwise lived in silence.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#007
Silhouette
May our silhouettes
always leave room
for the loud & fabulous.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#008
The Secret Garden
There is something magical
about a woman's presence.
Like a garden, her hand grows new life
instinctually,
intentionally,
consistently,
until suddenly you forget what is was like
to have ever lived in scarcity.
To be in the company of a woman
is to be in the company of abundance.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#009
The Dance of Freedom
She sways and she anchors,
always letting go
always moving forward.
She is both delicate flower and shifting cobra,
a dangerous thing
lay dormant under rose buds.
Yes, this is the woman's dance for freedom.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#010
Brave
Bravery is like accepting the chaos of the ocean.
You can't change her energy,
her movement,
her voice,
her danger.
With shaking hands and shallow breaths,
you dive in,
shipwrecked,
touching the silence below.
And when you emerge,
you look at your chest to
find where fear once clung,
strangling your heart with "what if's" and "I cant's,"
Bravery now sits
hand in hand with freedom.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#011
Elegance
Elegance approaches
like a mare to her foal;
gentle and kind,
beautiful and breathtaking,
neither looking for approval
nor demanding affirmation.
She simply exists,
majestically,
lovingly,
patiently inviting us to join her amidst the ordinary.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#012
Golden Hour Love
Draped over your skin like silk,
warm and sweet like fondue,
summer sun at dusk
hits the soul
like the scent of red wine
and a kiss goodnight.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#013
Santa Barbara Blue
You will find her
between the faint scent of ocean waves
and the pink mountains' silhouette,
between the gentle fruit trees
and those old Spanish streets,
between the dancing flowers,
oh so many flowers,
between you and the sky
lazy and perfect,
you will find
summer days and Santa Barbara blue.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#014
Abundance & the Peach Trees
I've come to the conclusion
that trees are incredibly selfless.
How else does the peach tree give so freely of both
her shade as refuge
and her velvet fruit as dessert?
This must be the secret behind abundance.
For one to receive freely,
another must toil and birth,
grow and then prune,
harvest and replant.
Abundance is the work of selfless love,
a gift so others can experience that feeling of
more than enough.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#015
Hope Refinded
Hope is like a tea cup;
it's only useful when it's been
refined by fire.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry
#016
Hidden Moments
When looking at a woman,
always remember
her life is the culmination of
a multitude of hidden moments.
And if given the chance,
any one of them
would arrest the heart of
even the greatest poet.
— Andrea Jacobsen Poetry