Joules Young
Becoming
Joules Young
The Story Catcher
Welcome to my wonderful world of watercolour daydreams and coloured pencil thoughts. It’s here where I share my love of art, storytelling, and make-believe. I hope you find it thoughtful and just a little bit inspiring. So, here we go—remember to look, listen, linger, laugh, and love.
Writer
Artist
Illustrator
M E E T T H E D R E A M E R A N D A R T I S T
E M B R A C I N G A R T + L O V E + L I F E
A R T
In my mind, I am a bohemian gypsy flower child artist creating art for art’s sake, but in reality, I am what you might call a native wild child, a barefoot artist catching stories and painting words for the love of childhood wonder.
L O V E
“I can still vividly recall the pencil drawings I created as a young child, longing for travels and adventures. It was evident that I was in love with art, and I still am. When I first began painting in my early twenties, with childish enthusiasm, I must admit, I was just as happy to paint on anything and everything I could get my hands on.” Now, many moons later, here I am, still inspired. For me, when inspiration comes, usually at night, I am compelled to throw back the covers, forget my slippers, and go straight to work. Sometimes the morning finds me, or I find the morning. This is my bliss...
L I F E
It is a funny thing; I grew up, but my daydreams did not… so I can still dream up 20 wonderful and sometime impossible things before the end of morning… I am still very fond of beautiful picture books, paper dolls and puppets. Scraps of printed cloth, needle and thread, brown paper packages, bundled up with strings, wicker baskets, open fields of wildflowers, frock dresses and vintage suitcases. But I love the feel of an old typewriter, a vintage bookshop and the smell of old library books.
“Today, I choose to honour life with art. I hope to inspire hearts from all walks of life, as we dig deeper, search further, and explore our own inner truth.”
As I sit and write these words, dried leaves are gliding past my window. There is a chill in the air, as overnight the rains came, painting crystals on the copper-browned grass and in the trees and from the warm, cosy little room where I love to write and draw, I contemplate life through chilly windowpanes, my breath makes clouds upon the glass. From here, I can smell the aroma of hot, dark French vanilla coffee coming from the next room. “Please pour me a cup,” I stop to whisper to the wind chimes. “Hush, be silent,” but still, they go on, and I am inspired. One must take inspiration wherever one can find it, and there is plenty to be had in a hot cup of morning coffee and the tinkling of wind chimes.
An Artist's Promise
There is a promise that lives within me, to dance barefoot in my summer yellow dress, in fields of painted sunflowers; to kiss the raindrops, as an option, to just smelling the roses. To stand tall, to fall to rest in the long, sweetgrass overlooking the sea. To live an artful life.
P.S. The sunflowers, inspiration, and coloured pencil thoughts are yours to keep, but as for this world, it is meant to be shared.
From the girl with feathers in her hair, stories in her head,
sunflowers in her garden, books on her table and art in her soul,
Joules Young, the Story Catcher…
Find your part, start your journey, choose your destination.
