Where does the river go?
She mused on life.
Such ripe beginnings to tempt the mouth,
The belly full with fecund growth.
The soul divided by love and hope.
The divine incarnate, the ebb and flow.
When to stay and where to go.
She wandered along the humid banks,
Immersed in silent gratitude,
The sky white-faced,
The sun wore grey.
Long leaves simply watched,
And she went away.
ART AUCTION! A collection of styles and genres, linked by my need to express something at the time. If I was being posh, I’d call it a retrospective.
You’ll find the galleries at https://jenimcmillanart.wordpress.com
This is my brilliant idea to send works out into the world before I go. I’m on my way to Europe for a year so I’m packing up my life.
The process is still fluid. You can bid over 3 days from 16h (AEST) on June 1 until closing at 20h (AEST) on June 3rd. I’ll be at my computer, responding to bids and offering any information that you need. I’ll keep a reserve price on some but who knows what bargains will come up?
You can email me at email@example.com
or message me via my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/muesli.muncher
and feel free to comment here on the blog!
The sizes are below each image in the galleries but if you need a work posted/couriered, please ask for the weight as it’s a consideration, especially for overseas posting (I think that the canvas can be taken off the stretcher and rolled up for overseas.) Organising postage/courier is up to you.
I appreciate everyone who loves a work enough to make an offer. In case you’re wondering where to start, the larger works in the French series and the Athens series will have a reserve. I know this is a scary business but it’s also exciting. I hope these paintings and a few random ceramics will finds good homes but I also understand that we all have different tastes and aesthetics so I’m fine if you don’t like the work or can’t afford to bid.
PM me if you need to come by and look at the work beforehand and once the auction is finalised I’ll contact the best bidders. I leave on June 19 for a year so I’m up to my armpits in organising, packing, storing and spending lovely final moments with wonderful friends … so your help and understanding is greatly appreciated.
I am the muse, the photographer.and the scribe.
Which came first? A reasonable question.
The answer remains mysterious.
Ethereal as the twisted trees in a silent forest.
Shadowy as a room painted with sunlight.
Fluid as a heartbeat felt beneath my naked breast.
I’ve been working on this project for a couple of years now and excited about it’s birth into the world!
You think there would be plenty of time to think on a long flight. Enough to process months of traveling through places and possibilities, to dream of people who came into my life and stuck like a grimy street underfoot. The harsh reality is that 23 hours on a plane leads to a desperate desire for sleep. When I’ve recovered, I have some stories to share. I’m still in culture shock.
It’s the last night before I fly away from the budding spring and comfort of friends. I’m taking my sketch books along with my excitement. My backpack is full of anticipation, a tiny tent and my sleeping bag. I’m ready for two months wandering… offline. What joy!
Have a beautiful time wherever you find yourself.
You have to look for the signs, said the Goddess.
Is it the snow on the mountain, I asked?
The tree Gods swayed in the bone-chilling gale,
It’s always there if you look.
I passed a glance at the cloud torn sky,
But the Gods continued to shake,
I followed the path and stumbled on rocks,
Dead leaves crackled in mirth.
It’s not so far, said the old man tree,
Watch your step, said the grass!
I don’t know what to say in the face of madness. Words are never enough.
Photo by Jeni McMillan