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This is Sixty

7/28/2022

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Art is about seeing.  

And the sun is in Leo: See and Be Seen.  21,915 days as a human being. And still the way I see is changing.

I've been stuck in my head, mired in the negative nonsense of the number of years I now am.  How I saw myself (in the mirror, in my mind's eye) was not always flattering (and now and then downright unkind). Until someone who loves me showed me how I look through his eyes and camera lens.  It was (is) the greatest gift.  Thank you, my love, for seeing this me in me.
This all started because I challenged myself to be exceptionally vulnerable about turning sixty.  (You know well, dear reader, how much I value vulnerability and all it brings). Which included being wiling to put my very self out there the same way I do my art, risking rejection and ridicule but going for it anyway.  Because when I am ninety and look back at sixty, I want to know that I was sixty without reservation.

What I didn't expect was to be changed by the experience.
I did not expect to feel exhilarated standing nude on a mist-shrouded beach in freezing water.  I did not expect to feel self-love cover me like a warm blanket, and the weight of inhibition to fall away like unwanted detritus.  I did not expect it to be so awkwardly and wonderfully delicious.
Days later, upon seeing the final photos, I did not expect to be overwhelmed by tears. 

What I saw in those (these) pictures was not the me I knew.  What I saw was a woman much and gently and gracefully loved.  I wanted to be her - and I was (am) her.  How could this be, that I never saw this me?
There are tears as I write these words.  To be seen changes how I see. 

Mark Nepo's words have illuminated my experiences for some years now, and these words (which I have quoted here before) are just the thing, I think, for this:
“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.

When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.

It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.”
Here's to sixty, dear reader.  

​Here's to not covering up who we are, to ungloving ourselves.   

(with deep gratitude to my partner for the gift of his skills as a photographer and artist and all the things.)

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Telling Stories is Never a Neutral Act

7/25/2022

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"Telling Stories is Never a Neutral Act" - oil on canvas, 24 x 20 x 1.  Ready to hang.  Available here and at Artfinder.

"Why have I told you this?  Telling stories is never a neutral act.  The teller has a motive, and the listener becomes complicit once the contract of storytelling has been executed."

 from The Rosewater Redemption​ by Tade Thompson
Artists are storytellers.

Sure, our stories are told in paint (or clay, mosaic, photography, collage, metal, wood, etc.) but still there is a story teller and a story receiver in the equation.   It is a bit of an interesting tale, though, where the story may or may not be clear, or may change between the telling and the receiving, depending on the type of art and the viewer's experience of it.
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Telling Stories is Never a Neutral Act
Sometimes, as a storyteller/artist, I don't even know what the story is until someone like you, dear reader, comments on how the piece feels to them.  And then there is a little AHA lightbulb - it is often spot-on.  We are complicit,  you and I, in these tales woven in paint.  I like the idea that we're conspiring together.

​About the art:  beginning with a heavily textured and gesso'd canvas, painting a portrait in oil paint (this one inspired by a photo of a coal miner).  The underpainting was allowed to dry for several days.  Then adding thick, loose oil paint (mixed with Liquin) in large brush strokes all over the face.  Moving the paint with squeegee and rubber wedge from left to right.  I returned to the details with a small brush to bring out the eyes and face highlights again.  Then, a Gamsol-soaked wet brush dragged along top edges and allowed to run through the wet paint, leaving delicious texture.  Want to see it in action?  Head over to my instagram for a little video.

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Blurred Lines

7/18/2022

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Blurred Lines
"Blurred Lines" - oil on gallery wrapped canvas, 16 x 20 x 1.5.  Ready to hang.  Available here and at Artfinder.

Blurred lines - A commonly used expression to reference a situation where things are ambiguous or unclear. Sometimes meaning "to push the envelope" or test the boundaries of acceptability. - URBAN DICTIONARY
The studio is stacked with canvas and board.  All. manner of portraits, in all phases of development.  And one by one, I am systematically ruining them..

Or not.

Blurring the lines, moving the paint, distorting the features, changing the viewer's view.  There's an art to this (pun intended).  Paint does odd things, is unpredictable, has a mind of its own.  I am learning to be a good paint wrestler.
It might be a response to the world.  Or maybe a way of working through to the words I long to have.  Or just a delicious journey of destruction.

Whatever the reason, there are more to come.  And once you get started down this rabbit hole, there is no stopping.



​About the art:  beginning with a black gesso'd canvas, loosely sketching a portrait and building the layers in oil paint.  Moving the paint with squeegee and rubber brayer, then back in with more layers of detailed definition and shadowing.  The final layer is mixed with a generous helping of Liquin to keep the paint very wet.  Moved horizontally with squeegee and wedge.

​Want to see it in action?  Head over to Instagram.com/jenjovanart for a video


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Seeing Red

7/9/2022

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"Seeing Red" - acrylic and oil on Arches 300 lb paper, 22 x 30.  Available here and at Artfinder.

"Red protects itself. No color is as territorial. It stakes a claim, is on the alert against the spectrum."
- Derek Jarman.
Blog and blogger have been on an unintended hiatus.

My words have been stewing, mulling, fermenting, even as the studio is overwhelmed with paintings in progress.  The world has given me (and all of us) much to process in recent weeks, and it seems it is taking me a bit of time to sort it out.  I'm not there yet.  

So I take solace in the art, in the forest, on the mountain, near the ocean.  Solace in the morning walks, solace in afternoon naps and in watching bees and ogling flowers.  Solace in our sanctuary (home) and pooches and kindness and love.  Solace in books and breezes and blowing bubbles.
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And while my thoughts are fermenting, the art is expanding.  A new show is coming (shhhhhhhh!  It's a little secret!  Details soon!) and it's pushing me in the studio.   If you'd like to be notified when the show begins, subscribe (in the column on the right) and you'll get a little notice in your in-box. :). 

If you've also been struggling for words lately, leave a little comment below.  Maybe we can all help each other figure out exactly what words might  be best right now.

About the art:  beginning with untreated Arches watercolor paper and sketching with charcoal, then blending in acrylic paint to form the structure of the portrait and basic values and colors.  Using rubber wedge and large brushes, going over the acrylic with oil paint and allowing it to move and slide and blend.  I'm delighted to be working in oils again!
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