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Break the Bridle

10/5/2020

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Break the Bridle

"Break the Bridle" - acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas, 16" x 20" x 1.5".  Ready to hang (Sides are painted; no need to frame.  Hanging wire is attached).  Available here and at Artfinder

Easy, easy
You break the bridle to make
Losing control
Easy, easy
Crushed what you're holding
So you can say letting go is
Easy, easy
from "Easy" by Son Lux


​We had a glowing orange full moon this weekend as smoke from the California wildfires returned to Portland.  Heavy, foggy, smoke-choked skies mingled with October in the moon-haze to make moody, dystopian vistas.  So it came as no surprise when this intense portrait appeared on my easel.

I'm working on going into the dark places.  October is perfect for pursuit of the peculiar, the creepy, the uncomfortable.  All in hopes of finding hidden truths and creating a reservoir of bravery.  The continued combination of the painting course and reading David Stoner's stories is inspiring in ways I had not previously considered possible.

When contemplating this painting and what he means, I heard immediately in my head this song by Son Lux, introduced to me by my son during his time with Gestalt a cappella.  I think it speaks for the art, and maybe the art speaks back to the song.

About the art:  Beginning with a model image from Unsplash and an inspirational art piece from Adrian Ghenie, then using the abstraction wisdom of Pauline Agnew to create a rather sinister and emotionally impactful portrait.  Can I say this is my favorite painting I've created?  Yes, for now.  Muwahaha.  Welcome, October!
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Dotty Seiter link
10/5/2020 10:59:12 am

Jen, brave are you to work on going into the dark places. (1) who better than you, (2) there is no shortage of dark place, (3) you go, girl!

whoa, that swath across the forehead—telling me stories without words; couldn't tell them back to you if I tried; just know that they have entered me.

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jen
10/5/2020 04:17:03 pm

Dotty! Thank you for making me feel like a champ for exploring dark places. :)

And thank you for listening to this guy's stories, whatever they are. xo

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Carol Edan link
10/9/2020 03:32:26 am

Love you new palettes! Deep sensual, muted, bright,intense! Your free and unconstrained marks! Bravo!

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jen
10/11/2020 10:28:41 am

Carol! Holy cow - thank you!!!! Trying to push all of the boundaries and be brave in so many ways. xo

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