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Whenever and Howsoever

7/27/2020

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"Whenever and Howsoever" - acrylic on cradled wood panel, 18" x 24" x 1".  Ready to hang (back has been pre-wired for hanging).  Available here and at Artfinder.

It is six a.m. and I am working.  I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc.  It is as it must be.

I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.

My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive.  

- MARY OLIVER, Upstream


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Whenever and Howsoever
I've been pondering the muse.  That outrageous, ill-tempered, demanding and elusive being I love so much.  On the surface, it seems to be a dysfunctional relationship.  She appears to hold all the power and to have very precise requirements for her to remain with me.  She seems to be unpredictable and moody, unreliable and fickle.  And yet... what she requires are the very things my spirit thrives on - adequate rest, a slower pace, showing up every day to practice and create.  She wants regular infusions of adventure and new experiences, deep connections and exquisite, luxurious laziness.  She wants to surround me with good people and excellent food and the feeling of rain on my upturned face. 

And so, as I return to the studio after a brief (but much needed) time of family, connection and adventure, I see the muse nodding at me with bright eyes.  She hands me the brush and says "let's begin."

About the art:  created in the style of  Scottish painter Barbara Rae's  abstracted waterways, this piece strives to push an aerial view to abstraction.  Beginning with a heavily gesso'd panel with a focus on texture, adding light washes of neutrals over color.  Spray bottle, rubber wedge, chopstick and paper towels used to create more texture.   Resisting the temptation to clean edges - allowing one to run over the next until an organic feel is achieved.
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Carolyn Laudati
7/27/2020 01:00:41 pm

It was so good to see you relaxing with your family and seeing you have so much fun. I know it was balm for your soul after some of the recent events. Keep smiling and keep creating, you've got this! xoxo

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jen
7/27/2020 01:06:58 pm

Carolyn! Thank you! It was just the balm I needed. :) Feeling re-invigorated! xoxoxoxo

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Carl Stoveland
7/27/2020 01:27:44 pm

Jen
Another wonderful painting! Ah the muse. You are right we must pay her tribute with all the things you described. I know if I come to the easel or drawing board un ready to accept her gifts having paid tribute in rest and growth and malarkey. I will be denied the joy (maybe the fix) of working with the muses inspiration.

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jen
7/27/2020 01:36:25 pm

Carl! I am intrigued by the use of the word "fix"....so accurate. Because truly, when the muse is there, it is something I want to experience again and again!

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Dotty Seiter link
7/27/2020 01:52:42 pm

Welcome home, Jen!

Big smile when I spied "organic" as the preantepenultimate word in your About-the-art paragraph; it was the first word that popped to mind as I took in "Whenever and Howsoever" with its glorious color mixing, its juxtaposition of neutrals and near-fluorescents, its bone-and-sinew-laid-bare quality.

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jen
7/27/2020 03:32:36 pm

Dotty! Thank you. It is good to be back in the studio (aka - home!) Ohhhhh goodness...bone-and-sinew-laid-bare. I am agog at those words. Perfect. xo

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Carol Edan link
7/28/2020 12:06:05 am

Yes, Dotty was on the spot about "its bone-and-sinew" I definitely see a bull framed in that pinkish red. Very determined I must say!
He keeps changing his view, I see frontal and side view. Very Picasso...ish! Happy to hear the that your muse gives you the brush! With me she has to find me working already. There is a quote . can't recall right off. Picasso "Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working."

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jen
7/28/2020 06:34:27 pm

Carol! Thanks so much for helping me see this painting through your eyes. :) You are right about working - you have to show up for the muse to find you! She does hand me brushes, though. And chopsticks. And beckons my fingers to smudge paint. Oy! My hands are always a mess!

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