This one won't be in the upcoming show. My daughter needed something to replace the one I repossessed to put in the show. But we both like it, and want to keep it for awhile. . .
Cabinet of Curiosities oil on panel 2017 11" x 14"
I have a show coming up, at Larkin Arts in Harrisonburg. [details: www.larkinarts.com] It's a smallish space, but I'm going to cram as many works in there as I can. The opening is Friday May 5, from 5 to 8 pm. If you're in the area, please come by and relieve my social anxiety by saying hi. It's always good to see a familiar face!
So I'm inside, trying not to get too far from the woodstove. I got a new camera, since the other one went kaput; there was some excitement trying to get the right lens and the right USB cord, but now I've got it going on! There is a big pile-up of work to post, but I'm not going to overwhelm you all at once. Just let them trickle out over the next few weeks.
I’m not an over-sharer. Apparently I’m not even an average sharer. I’m an open and honest kind of person — in person, with people I know pretty well. But I don’t tell strangers in the grocery store or at a cocktail party what I had for lunch. It’s not that I am a particularly “private” person. It’s that I can’t imagine that they really give a shit about what I had for lunch. Why would they care? I don’t care what they ate either!
This unpopular and frankly curmudgeonly attitude is at odds with what might be considered half or even three-quarters of the modern artist’s job: PR. Public Relations. Publicity. Tooting your own horn. Promoting your work. Getting it “out there.” Frankly, I suck at it.
That’s why, after 3 years of having a blog, there are only about a dozen entries. My time is valuable (to me at least, maybe not to anyone else!) and when faced with the choice of “make art” or “talk about making art,” well, to me that’s not a choice at all. And I have this deep down conviction that one should not talk about oneself too much — it’s the hallmark of the boor. I have an acute sense of embarrassment and shame when I publish something on Facebook or Tumblr. Like I’m calling attention to myself. Well, I am, aren’t I? My mother taught me that was in bad taste, and I know the standards have changed, but I haven’t been able to remove my mother from my head.
Of course this is extremely inconvenient for me, because I live on a dead end road, 15 miles from the nearest small town, work at home, and have never enjoyed small talk or the bar scene. Thus my current state of isolation. Isolation is great in moderation. People don’t drop by and interrupt me very often. Ok, never. I have days/months/years on end to follow a train of thought. [Sometimes that train drops me off in a place so weird that no one can understand what I’m talking about.]
So, after several years of trying to make myself write blog posts regularly, and failing miserably, I have decided to work within the constraints of my personality type (or defect, however you want to see it) and just post pictures. And I am going to try to post them more often. How else will anyone see the work? If you want to discuss the work with me, ask questions or comment, please do! Write me an email — or if you’re on my new website [http://jcoxart.weebly.com/], you can leave a comment!
I have completed an unabashedly propagandistic triptych. (Thanks to Cindy Porter for donating the lovely gothic panels when she cleaned out her shed!) My intention is to show this work in various public places, and sell postcards and greeting cards, and maybe eventually posters, to cover the cost of schlepping them places. Then donate whatever is left over to worthy environmental organizations. I haven’t named any organizations here, because as usual I’m long on production, short on follow-up. And since I haven’t generated a red cent off of this project yet, there’s no point in getting anyone excited about donations, right? But if anyone out there has an idea about where they could hang in my effort to make people aware of the sixth great extinction we’re currently going through, get in touch.
Here’s the text that accompanies the images on the cards:
The Extinction Triptych: “To be continued…”
part 1: Hydrodamalis gigas – The Steller’s sea cow. Discovered by European explorers
in 1741, they were extinct just 27 years later. Apparently, they were delicious. Or at least filling.
part 2: Ectopistes migratorius – The passenger pigeon. Extinct now for 101 years. Once their numbers were so great their migrations blotted out the sun. The last passenger pigeon, “Martha,” died on September 1, 1914 at the Cincinnati Zoo.
part 3: Danaus plexippus – The monarch butterfly. Not extinct yet. But headed that way fast. The painting is not finished – on purpose. Hopefully it won’t have to be.
If you haven’t been to the current ThinkSmall exhibition at ArtSpace in Richmond, then you can’t have seen my work! I have participated in almost every one of these biennial fundraisers since the first one in … was is ‘01? or ’02? I’m not sure. For those of you who live too far from Richmond to make it, here are some digital versions, not nearly as good as seeing them in person, but sometimes we have to just make do, don’t we?
Hi everyone! It’s been a while, hasn’t it! It was a very busy year, tying up the last of my father’s estate and the usual “trying to make ends meet” scramble. I even took a couple of vacations! (Though one of them turned out to be more of an adventure- not really relaxing!)
I was in the studio a fair amount, even with all the interruptions and intrusions of the realities of life, but had little success in getting into juried shows (I think the score is 0 for 6) or scheduling new shows. I did win an honorable mention at Bath County, (congrats to all my friends who did much better!) and sold enough work to barely make the federal poverty limit level. (Hooray! Now I can keep my ACA health plan!)
I am updating the website now with recent work, but here are a couple of images of some of my favorites.
Well, nothing like a little love note from the polar regions to keep me at the computer a little longer this morning. It’s 19 degrees at a quarter to noon and it’s been 19 since I got up. The wind is gusting up to 35 or 40 mph, and I have found dozens of reasons why I had to stay inside this morning. I even cleaned house!
My excellent webmistress has been working her fingers to the bone updating the website, and I hope you like the improvements. We made a changing banner on the home page, added a category for the new work, and added a link on each of the gallery pages to the statements about the various series. In case you need something to help you sleep while the winds are roaring and banging around out there.
Now to try and get through the holiday season. I will check in again in January, hopefully with news about my winter projects. Stay warm!
Hey! It’s kind of xmas-y! <sigh> Most of my paintings turn out to be some variety of red and green.
I know! It’s been a very long while since I posted anything to this blog. Reprehensible. But it’s not because I’ve been slacking off. Things have just been a little… chaotic. Last summer I was consumed with trying to pay the bills (and mostly failing!), the fall was spent trying to pay the bills (still failing) and getting ready for winter (moving exposed pipes inside and tightening up the drafty house) and then the winter came along! What an awful winter. So many days below 10 degrees. So much 40+ mph wind.
The pipes froze several times despite my insulating the heck out of them. I spent all my time getting up firewood and throwing it at the wood stoves and shoveling snow and unthawing pipes. Ughh. And still failing to pay the bills. THEN my dad had an accident, which led to his death 16 days later. Kind of traumatic. I am the administrator of his estate, and that has been rather time-consuming. I am far from done with that.
Anyway, despite all of this, I did actually get some painting done, due to the magic of [drumroll, please] … a deadline! Yes! My friend Kathryn Henry-Choisser, a fantastic artist, asked whether I’d share a show with her at the Hill Gallery in September. So I’ve had new work to show for months, I just didn’t think sitting here in front of the computer was a good use of my time. And don’t bother to tell me that I’m dreadful at PR and promoting my work, I can see that.
So here are the details: Hill Gallery, 708 N Robinson St, Richmond. September 24 - Nov 8. Opening reception Sept 25 (which is my birthday, coincidentally!) from 5 to 8 pm. I’m really looking forward to reconnecting with some of my Richmond friends (if anyone down there still remembers who I am!) so I’m hoping you can stop by and help relieve the stage fright/show anxiety I experience when I have to be in public.
Jennifer Cox is an artist working in Rockbridge County, VA. She shows her work regionally, sometimes nationally, but not that often. She works in virtual isolation, so if you want to leave a comment, please do! Just try to be kind.