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Of Fossiled Escarpments

11/2/2020

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"Of Fossiled Escarpments" - mixed media on gallery-wrapped canvas, 16 x 20 x 1.5.  Ready to hang (Sides are painted; no need to frame.  Back has been pre-wired for hanging)  Available here and at Artfinder.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
​of fossiled escarpments, 
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back 
with a changing expression, in silence.
from "The Promise" by Jane Hirshfield.​


​The studio has been re-invigorated with mojo.

A flurry of outrageously gorgeous hikes, up steep mountains, overlooking the gorge, whipped by wind and clouds and mist - have filled my noggin with breathtaking beauty.    And, just as with the portraits of October, I reach for the elusive border between realism and abstraction.  That border, much like standing on a cliff edge in a white out of wind and mist, feels both perilous and exhilarating at once.
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Of Fossiled Escarpments
Simultaneously, I've found books of poetry in my hands every day.  Mary Oliver, Jane Hirschfield and one new to me, Edwin Morgan.  The combination of pitting my body against physical challenges and the elements and the overwhelming beauty of nature AND the heart-wrenching poetry of these people who paint with words has my spirit cracked wide open.  Which, in itself, is much like standing on the edge of a cliff.
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About the art:  I have exceeded the 80 millions layers requirement in this piece!  Beginning with an older painting on paper, mounted on a canvas, painted over with a portrait.  Add to that a thick layer of textured gesso, the ephemera of torn palette paper from old oil paintings, and layers of acrylic paint.  It only makes sense that a painting rocks and sediment should contain the heavy layers of life.
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8 Comments
Carl Stoveland
11/2/2020 09:34:21 am

Wow! Jen. Way to come out of the gate strong after the great month of portraits!!

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jen
11/2/2020 11:44:06 am

Carl! Thanks so much! I was itching to paint the hiking views...had to get one out of my system!

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Dotty Seiter link
11/2/2020 10:18:01 am

Jen, this painting is a great escapement to a sharp escarpment; I feel delightfully tussled and fossiled, layered and prayered.

Get yourself a copy of Winter Morning Walks : 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison by Ted Kooser! Right now! Each walk/poem has a date, and the succession begins in November. I read them one at a time, on the appointed date.

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jen
11/2/2020 11:45:24 am

Dotty! I will order a copy today! Thanks for the recommendation! And for allowing yourself to be tussled and fossiled, layered and prayered! xoxo

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David Stoner
11/2/2020 10:46:12 am

Oh, wow, Jen. This speaks to my heart. "It looked back with a changing expression, in silence." This is how art speaks to us, in silence, out of the depths of longing and wonder, out of the solitude drawn from an eon of "riverine valley meadows, of fossiled escarpments, of limestone and sandstone." Extraordinary. 🙏💞😍

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jen
11/2/2020 11:46:58 am

David...thank you so much! "Out of the depths of longing and wonder..." your response to Hirshfield's poetry and my painting make me smile from deep inside. I am so grateful. xoxo

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Carol Edan link
11/3/2020 02:34:25 am

Greys, textures, brights, a beautiful symphony! Glad you started a portrait of a hike!

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jen
11/5/2020 02:48:37 pm

Carol! Thank you!!!!! I am delighted to have a few more of these percolating in the studio....these hikes are so inspiring!

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