Yesterday I made a painting, which in the land of Throop self doubt, usually warrants a wordy title to explain its visual shortcomings. Many painters believe that the image is enough, for the viewer’s impression is what makes the work art. That may be their choice, but not mine. I want to let the viewer have it from me—either with a warm embrace, or a cold-cock to the face. It’s my painting, I’ll call it what I want.
Anyway, the title was “Just Get a Job and Somewhere to Live,” and the image was of two unearthly creatures having a romantic picnic on a golden day.
The title matters because I utter it often, and sometimes think of Jacqueline Jones living that “Buddhist” concept to a “T”. I have been watching her painting progress posts on Facebook for a couple years, and know an artist when I see one. Always beginning with life from whatever stance, then desire, then humility, then creation and back to humility and life and desire again. The opposite of a vicious circle. The unavoidable human one, round and around. Jacqueline Jones has a job and she paints and she travels, and lives very well and fortunately, I can see. And that is all the truth I need from any painting.
In her own words:
Most of my recent work concerns borders and barriers. The lost individual faced with uncertainty. Figures trapped in the margins of society, by rules not of their own. And figures stepping over the threshold into the unknown. Evolving in their journeys along the way. People we think we might know or recall. People who are human and draw us in and intrigue us. Emerging from the half light of the present, to the instant.