Welcome to my website!
My name is Jenna Martin Leitch and I’m an artist, illustrator and writer from Fife, Scotland.
My work is inspired by the treasures I find, in my everyday life and in the natural world. The joy they bring to me. The “happy” they make me feel.
I collect things; In my pockets, through my eyes, with my mind, and in my heart. The things we have lost. The things we have found. The sum of our parts. Through written word, drawn line, and painted hue; I make sure the magic is remembered and the JOY I FEEL is paid forward.
Today is World Migratory Bird Day, May 2026. There are two each year, one now and one in October, both to mark the travel these little birds take across continents.
A feat of inbuilt knowledge and strength of destination that has held my imagination. A Martin myself, the story of travel, of messages carried, life across oceans is a collection of ideas I feel strongly pulled towards.
This new little illustrated wooden brooch, has arrived with me today, fittingly. A House Martin, he will be heading with me to @sconepalacegardenfair at the end of the month. Friday 29th & Saturday 30th.
“Every Bird Counts - Your
Observations Matter!”
I’ll continue to observe and be joyed by their arrival each year. Magic in the skies.
Magic on my cardi (and maybe your too!)
✨
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s n o w d r o p p a r a d e
With bowed heads the Snowdrop Parade began…
Solemn blooms, lit within. A warmth being emitted that alighted on the dresses of the snowdrop lantern bearers.
Paper thin, but strong in stem, in body, they walked their path through the darkest night.
Whispers along roadside, as they watched them pass. Glowing Galanthus. Held aloft, each one.
So as to light the way.
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#snowdroplantern
She’s never far away….. 🤍🖌️
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#artcat
A day of art and nature, friends, and space to breathe and talk.
To Kinclaven Bluebell Wood I went. Solo, and with a degree of trepidation. I’m not so used to going places by myself these days… but with lists of bits and pieces I need to organise for @sconepalacegardenfair and upcoming events and life busy otherwise, I needed to find a day to fit everything in. Finding space, because I needed to feel that sense of space.
The woods are phenomenal. In full bloom, a carpet of lilac blue, upon green, with the most ancient trees. It’s so beautiful. I felt like the oldest spirits were alive and well in those woods. Woodland souls, and people who once must have walked those paths. The bowed heads of bells on stems. Solemn and quiet. In multitudes.
Then, I headed to see a group of artist friends, who as fellow creatives and the loveliest of friends, we shared lunch and a cuppa. Talked about our plans artistically in the near, and more distant future; and also life happenings. Loss. Families. Life in general.
Then home to my children, our cats, and then Chris.
A day to reconnect, with paintbrush before and after my lovely day, being put to paper.
New works are in process. It feels exciting, as I have had a few ideas in my brain for so very long. Waiting for space to feel that sense of space and flow I seem to require before I can fulfill my ideas on paper.
Some days just fill you up.
I made space.
The light got in.
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Tiny paintings on desk. Works in progress. Works in miniature. Drawn. Painted. Smallest of nib and brush required.
I’ll have a range of these framed original artworks with me at @sconepalacegardenfair at the end of the Month.
Part of my new body of work titled “Sending Love”. Works of post and of the exchange of messages. The exchange of love from distance. Of thought. Of memory. Of rememberings.
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#artforyourhome
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#scottishwatercolourartist
#moths
g a r d e n
Our little garden has pockets of magic in it. Plants from my Mum & Dad’s Tifty garden, replanted here in Fife. Wild garlic, sowed by him, campion, aquilegia too.
Memory plants blooming and much of it in near wild abandon, growing at will, climbing over fence and in border. Honeysuckle and clematis reaching heady heights and spiral bound tendrils adorning washing line in places.
Bluebells from the Black Isle garden of my Granny, others gifted from childhood friends. Yellow roses from New Home pot plants, bedded now, beneath trees from wedding guests. Pear tree, cherry, acer.
Yesterday, after a trip to our lovely local garden centre, my littlest and I donned gardening gloves and with a planter made by her joiner Daddy, we planted seeds out in drills, watering them in so as to encourage them to grow.
Plant pots filled with sweet treat names. Rhubarb & Custard, Vanilla… now placed on patio and by front door to welcome.
She is excited by the outdoors, and it was lovely spending the time with her. Simple tasks, but both together.
Otherwise, our garden has been unfinished for years. Now primarily a stamp-sized football pitch, with goals either end. Shooting practice is an every night activity, and the lawn is worn from wear and tear.
I’d love for this year to be the year of finally creating a haven we can share, with garden hut completed, water and windy day tight, a place to rest and relax. Another room to add to our home.
We will get there, I’m sure…. Wherever ‘there’ is, has always felt a long way off. Touchable, but never quite within reach. I’d love for a garden we can feel proud of. A haven, manageable, with the knowledge and the know-how of how to maintain its edges and its heart.
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#getoutside
#ourgarden
On until 4pm today! @centralfifeartistscollective at the @adam_smith_theatre in Kirkcaldy.
Our Spring exhibition has been a great success! Lots of lovely visitors through the door, and wandering around the show. A great wee buzz, and glad to have been able to invigilate a while, see some artist pals, a few bosies given and received with friends I don’t see enough!
It’s a great show. The committee have done brilliantly!
Pop in today if you can. It’s a good treat, I promise you!
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#OurHarvestSong
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I woke early. Stirred by the arrival of birdsong into my conscious mind.
Today on International Dawn Chorus Day, I felt even more aware of its presence.
To me, the dawn chorus feels like an audible representation of light. As the light trickles in to the day, so the cacophony of birdsong increases.
Bird by bird, their voices join one another. Layers of joy, reaching out, first in near darkness, moon light to day light… their birdsong choir reverberates.
I always wake early, whether winter or summer. My body clock such, that I stir, whether an alarm is set or not.
It’s a lovely fact though that for now the call of blackbird, song thrush, robin, blackcap, chiff chaff, great tit, coal tit, blue tit, wren, woodpigeon, reach my ears so as to welcome me to each day a new.
Birds are my favourite. To draw, to paint, to write of, to speak of. They are emotions, they are hope, they are wonder, they are joy…
With every new bird, a new day each time.
Their song is light.
Jen x
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I think of home. I realise, that actually, we all are our own home. The body we reside in. The people we choose to spend our time with. The days in nature, our garden, our favourite woods. Where we run, where we lift. Our cats, our dogs, the animals who live alongside us. The journals we write in. The pencil, pen, we choose.
The way the light greets us. Shifting through trees or behind clouds. Moon or sun. The light shines towards us.
The sky above us. The ground we walk our feet upon.
We think of home.
We are always ‘home’. For home is within us. That’s what it comes down to.
Slow days. Place and purpose. Love. Memory. Hope.
Ever onwards.
Jen x
#wethinkofhome
#wearehome
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A n C è i t e a n
M a y
May is here. Spring has truly, definitely arrived… in fact, I can feel Summer beckoning.
Life has been full, and wonderful, and a lot, (too much even sometimes), in measures… not so much equal, but plentiful in differing ways!
I write each month, in my sketchbook journal, putting pencil to paper, of all the lovely things that have occurred. A reminder, and to reinforce my memory, to make sure that all that has happened that is good, is not forgotten.
With photos taken, and lists upon lists to look back on, it’s lovely to look back and be filled with the emotions once more. Of the lovely days and the magic which had resided. The way those moments made me feel.
I have written, this month, of looking forward, and of the prospect of the month to come. You can read my words in full on my website www.jennamartinleitch.co.uk (Journal), the link is attached.
An Cèitean, May, in the Scottish Gaelic.
A month where my events begin once more, and where I will stand, alongside my artworks and writings, and speak face to face to you all again.
I hope for sunny days. For time with my family, and my friends. For quiet days in my studio in preparation. Primarily though, I hope to look after me. My all.
May is here… and I am glad to step into its days new.
Ever onwards.
Jen x
#MayIsHere
#ancèitean
#journal
Flight…
It’s phenomenal when you think of it. Overthinking, as is my way. Think deeply. Ponder. Muse over. Examine in detailed imaginings, the wonder that is… flight.
Uplift, take off, wings or wind, carrying you in air.
For some, it seems possible, like a possibility. They’re small, diminutive, tiny, and if ANYTHING was to fly… well then, this would be it.
A Goldcrest perhaps. On blue. Sky bound.
Then a swan flies, or a goose, or an albatross, an eagle, a condor… and somehow, it seems crazier. Less believable.
Then a plane. A fighter jet. A jumbo jet. Laden with people, with cargo. Suitcases and belongings. Possessions in tow with each and every person sat in a seatbelted seat in sky.
That boggles my mind.
Still though, they fly. Physics works its magic and take off, and flight, are made possible.
Hard work in ways. Dogged determination. Inbuilt journey. A Goldcrest can fly. Very very far. So too, can a goose. So too can an eagle. So too can a jumbo jet.
Inspiration in those flight bound souls.
Up, up and away.
Ever onwards…
The possibilities are endless.
Jen x
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Detail of my Hummingbird Hawk-Moth 🌕
Mixed media. Japanese watercolour, fineliner pen, graphite pencil and acrylic paint marker.
Glorious hues of oranges, browns, pinks and yellows. Rich and warm.
Was so glad to spend the day with him yesterday, gently bringing him to life, whilst sat in warmest sunlight. Quietly. Mindfully.
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