By JaeSage (Trauma and grief specialist by day, creative polymath by night)

Image Copyright 2026 by JaeSage, All Rights Reserved. Used with Permission.

The Ridge and the Reach

My creative process begins not at the easel or the keyboard, but on the gravel and dirt of the rural paths near my suburban prairie home. There is a specific kind of magic in the Iowa landscape; it is a quiet, rolling expanse that demands effort to traverse. As I set out for a walk, the climb up the ridges offers a physical mirror to the creative struggle. My lungs might burn and my legs may grow heavy, but the exertion acts as a key, unlocking the “flow” that I need for the day’s work. On these walks, the wind rattling through the dried stalks of last autumn’s uncut corn or fresh sharp tallgrass isn’t just noise—it’s the rustle of a new story, and the way a road disappears over a steep hill becomes the first stroke of a future painting.

Rendering the Sketch

When I finally return to the quiet of my home, the transition from the physical path of the prairie to the artistic one is a shift that is hardly ever seamless or immediate. I find that I must prepare for the inception of a new painting and the development of a fresh chapter in much the same way: I begin to sketch. Sometimes these initial sketches consist of raw charcoal or colored pencil lines, intently capturing the skeletal structure and curving geometry of a winding road lined with scraggly, leafless trees; other times, they take the form of “word sketches”—brief, evocative fragments of dialogue or sensory descriptions of a powerful woman’s intense, determined gaze.

Frequently, this stage is defined by the internal struggle of my own lingering self-doubt, especially when a physical line on the paper fails to accurately portray the vivid image held in my mind, or when a character’s spoken words ring frustratingly false and wooden. This early phase is entirely about the slow process of discovery rather than the pursuit of technical precision. I am essentially feeling out the emotional terrain of the character’s heart and the sweeping perspective of the distant horizon simultaneously.

By carefully mapping out these initial, fleeting impressions, I gain a grounded sense of the “who” and the “where” long before the first heavy layer of paint is applied or the first formal paragraph of prose is even dry on the page. It is a deeply personal process of reclaiming the narrative and honoring the various rites of passage that may never reach the specific destination the viewer or the reader dreams for, but which feels so inherently right for the painting and the resilient women who walk the rugged paths in my stories.

Image Copyright 2026 by JaeSage, All Rights Reserved. Used with Permission.

The Journey of the Resilient

In both my visual art and my narrative fiction, the final destination is often entirely secondary to the quiet, steady endurance required simply to travel the distance. We may not always be able to surmise exactly where a particular path is going, but there is a profound, rugged beauty found in the “Rough Road” itself. My own road through survival of more than I can recount in this limited space resonates deeply within my art and my writing.

My paintings of winding paths are intentional invitations for the viewer to explore that uncertainty alongside me, while my fictional characters—powerful, complex women—are the ones brave enough to walk them without hesitation. My own inner strength and resolve is retold in hopefully relatable ways so that I can share what I have learned along the way with those who engage with my work. These women possess fierce personalities forged in the heat of conflict and personal goals that are every bit as difficult as a steep, exhausting ridge climb in the humidity of mid-July.

Ultimately, my collective work is a living tribute to that quiet resilience: the essential strength to keep moving forward, whether through a dark storm on the canvas or a sudden crisis in a character’s life, trusting completely that the road will eventually reveal its secrets to those who persevere.