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Rain, Rain Go Away

6/8/2017

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"A Meeting of the Minds " - mixed media on paper, 22" x 30".  Ready to frame.  Available on ArtFinder.


God willing and the creek don't rise

Come hell or high water

A rising tide lifts all boats

There are a whole lot of watery sayings floating about here in Florida.  We had five consecutive days of rain, about fifteen inches in our town alone.  The first six feet of our back yard are now in the lake.  The mall is closed because the parking lot is flooded.  Highway exit ramps are closed due to standing water.  The only folks enjoying this watery mess are the ducks.  Oh, and anyone who fancies a reason to build an ark.

But here in my little studio, the sound of rain on the skylights and the occasional thunder boomer overhead create the perfect ambiance for a week of play.  And for me, play means a return to experimental abstraction and the push and pull of resolving a painting.  I am completely lost in the process - in flow.  No thoughts of deadlines, task lists or errands to be done.  No worries about shows or marketing or bookkeeping.  Just one layer after another, teasing me and drawing me down the rabbit hole.  My mind, blissfully, closes the door to the outside and just is.​

Here is a little process peek at the first three layers:
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I'm not certain where these beaky beings came from, but I am quite enamored with them.  I want to know what they're saying in this little meeting, and keep listening outside the studio door in hopes of hearing them whisper.

And speaking of listening, I am reading Mark Nepo's Seven Thousand Ways to Listen.  There is a juicy paragraph at the end of this morning's reading which is perfect for this rainy week:

​So if you're willing, I may turn to you when stuck or sputtering, to see if I've retreated into that stubborn belief that we're the sole authors of what we need.  If you're willing, we can slap each other's sandals till they become dogs that will retrieve the sweetness we've misplaced.  If you're willing, we can help each other put the sun back into the sky.
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Dotty Seiter link
6/8/2017 09:33:13 am

Jen, I am mesmerized by the rain pattering on the skylight, and by the process, by YOUR creative process. I love watching the unfolding, the surprises. I am fascinated to see the primary central shape in layer one become negative space connecting beaky beings energetically in the end.

A Meeting of the Minds is magnificent!

Question: Do unframed pieces sell better online than in shows or vice versa?

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jen
6/8/2017 10:22:37 am

Thanks, Dotty! I was surprised by the change in primary central shape, too. Yet, in the next to last layer, it was what the piece demanded to be unified...fortunately, this time I listened! ha!

Online, unframed pieces sell best. Likely because shipping is greatly reduced without frame and glass or plexi. In shows, unframed pieces do sell if they are on cradled board or gallery-wrapped canvas. Not so much on paper, but that's my experience. :)

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Carol Edan link
6/13/2017 01:36:23 am

Love the sounds of rain, they have a soothing feeling, except the very stormy ones. Perhaps they also are telling us something. Love the way your art evolves. Simple shapes, negative one, like a kaleidoscope of colors!

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jen
6/13/2017 07:42:33 am

Thank you, Carol! I am also soothed by rain. Even storms, sometimes, as I feel safe and dry in the house while it flashes and booms all around. The idea of storms telling us something....love that.

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