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I WILL KEEP DANCING: Grace. Happy Mother’s Day to my little boy.

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Do you like art and the creative process? Does the “eccentric” life of the “typical” artist intrigue you? Scare you? Amuse you? Inspire you? Read on…

Allo allo!

I would like to cordially invite you to join my ARTISTS’ group on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/JJCunninghamArtLove/

It is a private, invitation-only group,  but if you request membership, an admin will approve you as long as you’re not a bot.

Not only do I post my own work and artistic musings, as well as upcoming shows and #contemporary #art news, but I have SO MANY uber-talented friends worldwide, whose work I love to share with the public every day.

You could be one of them! All art is the soul, ergo beautiful.

So far the group has almost 4k  (!!! — so grateful) members, so if you would like to either be a voyeur or an exhibitionist, please be my guest.

To me, my readers and followers are all VIPs.

Try it out and see if you like it…you can always leave! Ain’t no Hotel California, lol…

Feel free to also follow me on #Twittter: @jjgrape.

(I heretofore take no responsibility for any profanities or insanities contained therein. Twitter is fun! No rules. Just what we painters like best.)  😀

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OPHELIA SWIMS. 2013. Oil, gold leaf, tears, and poppy dust on wood. 18x24

It’s my happy place — besides the library, the easel, or in front of my iMac. 🙂

Above are a few samplings of my paintings, but this group is dedicated to sharing the work of my many artist friends from all around the globe: a virtual #gallery of sorts! What fun.

(But it is strictly bring your own wine and cheese… 😦  Sincere apologies. Hehe.)

Cheers,

JJC

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baby

Sunny summer’s day,
i hide between dark library stacks

protected, or so it seems,

by walls of the yellowing pages

of other people’s lives.

Echoes of little boys’ laughter
in the treetops in the park
made me weep

so i fled.

i miss you,
my only son

and how i love you
more
than you will ever

know.

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SYLVIA PLATH – Mad Girl’s Love Song. (Set to her poem ARIEL.)

Ariel

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.

God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!–The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—-

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else

Hauls me through air—-
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

White
Godiva, I unpeel—-
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry

Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

Mad Girl who loves anyway and writes poems. (Me, hehe. Nov 2011)


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unattainability vs. desirability

HULDAH. 1997. 14×16, oil on canvas. SOLD. Collection Claudia DuBuque, IA.

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Blah blah blahhhhgggging.

Yeah.    Hi.  Well. Um, er…this project was supposed to be a random and – operative word INTEGRATED amalgam of paintings , prose, journalism, drawings/multimedia art , poetry, and photography – all by me, of course.  Me, me, me. I am so sick of me. But these things – these ramblings of the soul – are piling up in my house and in my mind and in my heart and I must release them.

One tries to blog without an audience in mind. Yes, I do that. Yes, I CAN do that. But somehow, every time I push the PUBLISH button i feel like an insta-ass.  My solution?  Get over it!  

So, while I have started this endeavor in a rather odd way, I will attempt to continue it without being so art-centric. But as I asked myself earlier, as a single mother of a laptop-obsessed two-year-old, how can I write anything worthwhile while I am attempting to scrape multigrain strawberry cereal bars out of the carpet to the backdrop of a waaaaaaaaay too loud Dora the Explorer DVD?  Dammit, I am going to try! SO, here goes….something.


Janice J. Cunningham  1.15.11

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Imperfection is perfect. But what defines perfection?

SAINTS AND SINNERS. 2009. colored pencil and antique paper doll on bible tract.

and who is the arbiter of flawed vs. unflawed?

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