About Janet Funk
I grew up in Central Colorado where I was exposed to many beautiful scenes, from the rugged mountains, colorful sunsets and snowy hills as well as wildlife, deer, mountain lions and eagles.
Art has always been a big part of my life. I began taking art lessons during the summer at the Fine Art Center while still in elementary school. I loved using many different mediums and drawing everything around me. By the time I was in high school, I knew I wanted to share my artwork with others. I decided to become a commercial artist and began taking classes at a local college. After working for several years, I soon found I preferred fine art to advertising. I returned to school and received my Bachelors in Information Systems.
At the time we lived just south of the Air Force Academy and east of the Rocky Mountain National Forest. I look back now and realize I didn’t get my degree in art because I worried about supporting myself. Not to say I didn't enjoy computers -- I did -- but my art always held such a fascination for me! There were always animals and wildlife galore among the wooded foothills and many airplanes in the beautiful blue skies. I picked up my artwork once more and started drawing airplanes, many sold to Air Force members, BMW and car enthusiasts, motorcycles riders, Ducks Unlimited members, hunters, pet parents, retirees, civilian uniformed personnel and many more. A majority of times, these were commissioned pieces.
I met my husband Michael and moved to Spokane, Washington,, then off to Kansas and eventually Oklahoma. (Military and airplane industry families move often.) We have two children with whom I have shared my love of art. Many times they have offered their ideas of subjects or names of the artwork that is for the church, Ducks Unlimited, or an Eagle Scout ceremony.
We are now living outside Oklahoma City in a wooded, rural area. Although we aren’t in the foothills of the Rockies, the wildlife is abundant, always giving me new subjects to draw. The snow is falling and the cardinals are flying in for the food in the bird feeder my husband put out. They sing and beckon me to draw a picture of them. I can see it now; vibrant cardinal red against the black and white snowy trees.
Art has always been a big part of my life. I began taking art lessons during the summer at the Fine Art Center while still in elementary school. I loved using many different mediums and drawing everything around me. By the time I was in high school, I knew I wanted to share my artwork with others. I decided to become a commercial artist and began taking classes at a local college. After working for several years, I soon found I preferred fine art to advertising. I returned to school and received my Bachelors in Information Systems.
At the time we lived just south of the Air Force Academy and east of the Rocky Mountain National Forest. I look back now and realize I didn’t get my degree in art because I worried about supporting myself. Not to say I didn't enjoy computers -- I did -- but my art always held such a fascination for me! There were always animals and wildlife galore among the wooded foothills and many airplanes in the beautiful blue skies. I picked up my artwork once more and started drawing airplanes, many sold to Air Force members, BMW and car enthusiasts, motorcycles riders, Ducks Unlimited members, hunters, pet parents, retirees, civilian uniformed personnel and many more. A majority of times, these were commissioned pieces.
I met my husband Michael and moved to Spokane, Washington,, then off to Kansas and eventually Oklahoma. (Military and airplane industry families move often.) We have two children with whom I have shared my love of art. Many times they have offered their ideas of subjects or names of the artwork that is for the church, Ducks Unlimited, or an Eagle Scout ceremony.
We are now living outside Oklahoma City in a wooded, rural area. Although we aren’t in the foothills of the Rockies, the wildlife is abundant, always giving me new subjects to draw. The snow is falling and the cardinals are flying in for the food in the bird feeder my husband put out. They sing and beckon me to draw a picture of them. I can see it now; vibrant cardinal red against the black and white snowy trees.
