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"Pining for You" - acrylic on cradled wood panel, 12” x 24” x .75”. Ready to hang (Sides are painted; no need to frame. Hanging wire is attached) Part of the series "A View From the Gorge." Available for a limited time exclusively at Get the Gallery
Pining for you
who do not come,
I am like the salt-making fires
at dusk on the Bay of Waiting -
burning bitterly in the flames of love.
Fujiwara no Teika, One Hundred Poets, One Poem Each
I stand at the base of a vast, winding tree deep within the gorge. The top is invisible - part of a wide sky. The trunk twists and turns, chasing sun and rain over decades, just as I lift my face to sun and sky and this tree. Time seems abstracted in the moment.
I've been thinking a lot about time lately. Feeling the press of age and the clock ticking alongside a growing desire to do more, explore more, live more.
Pining for you
who do not come,
I am like the salt-making fires
at dusk on the Bay of Waiting -
burning bitterly in the flames of love.
Fujiwara no Teika, One Hundred Poets, One Poem Each
I stand at the base of a vast, winding tree deep within the gorge. The top is invisible - part of a wide sky. The trunk twists and turns, chasing sun and rain over decades, just as I lift my face to sun and sky and this tree. Time seems abstracted in the moment.
I've been thinking a lot about time lately. Feeling the press of age and the clock ticking alongside a growing desire to do more, explore more, live more.
Pining for You
It is tempting to hurry when I feel this way - to pack the day with all the things and bustle from one thing to the next. But the only way to slow time is to stop and be very, fully, completely present. The vastness of everything can be felt in the moment. It gets lost in the busyness of hurry. Maybe my spirit animal should be the slow loris or the turtle?
About the art:
I return again to unprimed wood, fluorescent paint and carving tools. Allowing the wood grain to be excavated and become a tree again. Playing with hot and cool colors, light and shadow. Allowing just enough realness.
Twist and shout!
Jen, the way you paint is so organic: the twisting and turning, the chasing and lifting, the moments and decades—each/all self-expressing.