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The Inverse Distance of Our Proximity

3/15/2021

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The Inverse Distance of Our Proximity
"The Inverse Distance of Our Proximity" (a triptych) - acrylic on cradled wood panel, 8" x 24" x .75".  Ready to hang (sides are painted; no need to frame.  Hanging hardware is attached.). Available here and at Artfinder.

Our human essence lies not in arrival, but in being almost there, we are creatures who are on the way, our journey a series of impending anticipated arrivals. We live by unconsciously measuring the inverse distances of our proximity: an intimacy calibrated by the vulnerability we feel in giving up our sense of separation. - DAVID WHYTE
I am almost there.

On the way.  Arrival anticipated.  Losing my sense of separation.

The world conspires with me.  Beauty beckons.  Inspiration appears.  Paint flows.  The words arrive to marry with the art.  The time opens up to curate them together.  A week of what could have been snafus, odd occurrences and off mojo turns into a domino fall of positivity.  I lean back into the universe, feel its arms softly hold me, and breathe.


​About the art:  acrylic applied to unprimed birchwood panel using rubber wedge, squeegee, chopsticks, fingers and paper towels.  Paying attention to one color talking to (or arguing with) another. The requisite 80 million layers.  A spot of cadmium red.  A sigh.  Yes!

I've had a few reader requests for background tips.  So here's a quick video showing one way to begin building backgrounds (similar to today's piece but larger).  The unprimed wood allows a lot of sub-texture and the absorption of paint into crevices and woodgrain. 

I wonder what background music Wonder Mike chose for this one?

​NEW FLASH!  My instagram account is now instagram.com/jenjovanart.   It is being initially curated by the outrageously talented Tricia French, whose eye sees me and my art in ways I never imagined.  I hope you'll take a gander and maybe linger awhile...more to come!
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Carl Stoveland
3/15/2021 10:55:40 am

You are on a cosmic roll my friend!

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jen
3/15/2021 05:35:17 pm

Carl! Thank you! Holy cow!

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Dotty Seiter link
3/15/2021 11:13:54 am

JEN! You know that point where to add anything would undo/diminish/tangle/thwart what is already there? Your words and brushstrokes stop exquisitely RIGHT AT THAT POINT.

And I will stop talking now.

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jen
3/15/2021 05:35:50 pm

Dotty! Woot! You made me smile and then chuckle. 'nuff said. :)

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