New Year, New Styles

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I had a bit of a slow year in terms of making, with so much else going on in my life.  But what I did make felt more authentic than anything I’ve ever made before. I feel like I’m finally hitting a style that is truly all me, and I think that’s because I focused more on making what I want to make instead of trying to push out shop updates or hit certain price points.  I know that doesn’t necessarily make me a savvy business-person, but I think it’s been really good for my art. In the coming year, expect to see more hollow forms, beads, and mixed metals in my work. It’s been an interesting and trying 2019, excited and terrified to see what the year of hindsight brings.

Rebel! Rebel?

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What does the word “rebel” mean to you?
In my opinion, you can’t just put on the uniform of counter culture and claim the fruits of that labor. Despite my fondness for them, you can’t just “stick a skull and spikes on it” and turn “edgy”. Listening to loud music doesn’t make you “punk rock”. Rebellion is something in your heart, something in your actions, something in your words, something in your unwillingness to accept “what is” and trudge forward with your belief in what’s right, despite the odds against you.  A rebel heart will create an instinctual suspicion of authority, because in your subconscious you know that authority draws its power from oppression. A rebel heart will give you the power of subversion. A rebel heart will give you the drive to make your own way, with your own thoughts and hands.
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Handmade is rebellion, because you know you don’t have to throw your money into the void of wealth outside of us, you can do it yourself, you can take a piece of what the authorities of the world believe is only theirs. Shopping small is rebellion, because instead of supporting a system, you are supporting people, people with rebel hearts, just like you.
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So yeah… I stick a skull on it.  Not to be edgy, but to keep my rebel heart by my side as I face systems and structures and policies and directives in the work I do behind the scenes to help bring economic opportunity to others. I am not the authority on rebellion against authority. Just a rebel heart navigating my own way.
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Finding My Voice in Metal

Does anyone else ask the question “who am I?” as much as an artist does?  You kind of have to do it in the process of every work of art you create.17909299_10211812063713360_1385694140_n

Does this represent me?

Am I being derivative?

Do I want anyone else to look at this?

What’s my message?

What do I stand for?

WHO AM I?!?!?!

Well, I’m this girl (pictured right) in my infamous #bathroomselfieatapunkshow.  Always a little bit messed, a little bit disorganized, and a lot a bit rebel without a cause.  Well, rebel with a lot of causes.  Rebel with a new cause each day.

My art has always been a little disjointed, just like me.  I am all over the place, the Madonna (pop star version) of paint and metal… not as good, but you know, master of re-invention.  Most things I do are totally different from most other things I’ve done.  I suppose that’s why I’ve hopped from painting to beading to clay to metal to pencil to whatever might be next.  My style varies from piece to piece, and no one ever seems to be quite sure where I’m coming from without a hand drawn road map.

17918094_10211812267558456_593843506_nMy paintings are often just shapes, but they are shapes with a cause, rebellious little curves and angles that have a point.  That point is usually rooted in my convoluted, Philosophically educated, but artistically minded world view.  It’s not a surprise to me that few people know where I’m coming from.  But I’m writing this today for two reasons.  One, in the last couple of days, I found my voice in metal.  I made a design that felt like a sigh of relief.  It felt like finding who I am (pictured left).  It might look like rocks and pointy shit to you, and the one below that came next might look like some rocks and a skull… but there is intention in it.  There are no perfect lines.  There are no perfect shapes.  There are no perfect balls.  They are purposely asymmetrical and uneven, with mismatched stones and a rebel’s demeanor.  They don’t color in the lines.  They are me.17821442_10211812062713335_572139329_n

17918410_10211812062633333_1884252056_nThe second reason that I am writing this, is that a fellow maker on Instagram inspired me to once again, for the millionth time, remember who I am, with my “lived in face” and my love for things that are a bit “off” (Thanks Amanda of Artemis Adorned).  It is her words that describe perfectly why I finally see myself in the new pieces I’ve been making recently.  I absolutely abhor perfection.  It’s annoying, and patronizing, and impossible to attain.  I love flaws.  Everything that’s “flawed” about me, well, those are the things that are the most ME.  My tulip shaped nose, my cumbersome breasts, my messed hair complete with cowlick, my strange wit, my aggressive honesty, my fierce and unmovable integrity, my hyper-empathy, my crooked wtf face (pictured left), big ass, torch scarred arm, that new wrinkle on the right side of my neck, my 4 grey hairs, whatever it is… I am at home in my imperfection, and it is in imperfect metal, where I found my voice once again.

Here’s a little video from a previous art show that I was in where I talk more about my obsession with flaws… one of mine being that I am not a strong public speaker.  But it’s cool, you’ll catch my drift by the end.

Here’s some other shit I made below.  Thanks for stopping by.  Check out my strange metal things at JenvyFoxRocks.com or at the shop link on my home page.

From Clay to Metal

Those of you that have been following me on Instagram @jenvyfox, already know that in August, I began metalsmithing.  I started with a couple of classes at the local bead shop, watched a couple you tube videos, and off I went.  It has been amazing to see the progress I have made in such a short time.  Starting from simple clay pieces, and then developing all the way to elaborate metal pieces has been such a fun journey.  Here is a visual of my artistic development over the past couple of years, including just the last 6 months of learning silversmithing.

Gemstones, Bodies, and Flaws

Lately, one of my inspirations has come directly from nature.  I have been very interested in rocks.  What I love about rocks, is that the more  they are flawed, the more interesting they are.  People tend to value flawless things, like diamonds with no visible inclusions.  For me, after spending 8 years selling diamonds in a retail setting, I have grown tired of them.  Yes, they twinkle, sparkle, and shine, but in their perfection, they do not have the same character as stones with internal “flaws”.  In people, I also find the flaws more interesting.  Bodies are meant to differ, just as stones are, and I want to present the flaws in both to a world that tends to mistakenly demand perfection.  I have explored flaws in three ways of late: I have used gemstones, directly on canvas; made gemstone bracelets; and created paintings of bodies.

Bodies, just like gemstones, are more interesting, and in my perspective more beautiful, when they are not all the same.  The first two images are inspired by beautiful bodies that are altered and manipulated in order to rob them of their true beauty to force them into a mold that they do not belong in.  Both women are looking, without eyes, at the parts of their bodies that are being pixelated or “airbrushed”, a process that is often used in all types of media to impact the value of bodies in culture.  The third painting, is a woman, made of wood, in parts.  The intention of this piece is not morbidity, but instead a metaphor, for how it feels, how it hardens the heart and everything else, to be reduced to a pile of parts.  We are more than that.

Vegan Wrap Bracelets

I have been experiencing artist’s block for the past several months, and have had no inspiration for new paintings.  For a while, that meant that I just spent more time in front of the television.  Finally, in the last couple of months, I found something to put my little fingers to work, and started creating some beaded jewelry.  Ladder bracelets have become popular lately, and I wanted to purchase one.  I had a difficult time finding some that were both vegan friendly and made with real gemstones.  So, like any artist/artisan, I decided to just make them myself.  After I started wearing them, others showed interest, and production began.  Please visit my Etsy store or my Facebook page to see my full inventory.

City From a Dream

The Grid
The Grid

I have recently been paying homage to my home city of Sacramento through abstract works representing “The Grid”, the Midtown/Downtown area of Sacramento, so named for it’s grid of numbered and lettered streets laid perpendicular to each other.  Each painting from The Grid Collection captures something about Sacramento or something about my life since living on the Grid that is special to me.  Of course, the meanings are relatively hidden in brightly colored shapes, and black and white dots and lines, but the titles hint at what they represent to me.

Sunset in the City
Sunset in the City

Sacramento also appears in The Adventures of Jenvy Fox, works in which my autobiography is starting to take shape in the form of a children’s style storybook for adults.  Sacramento vaguely appears, in the background cities, most noticeably through the Tower Bridge and some prominent downtown buildings.

City From a Dream
City From a Dream

Then, a couple of nights ago, I had a dream.  It was about a place that I had never been.  I imagine it to be an old village on the rocky edge of a Mediterranean Sea.  It was warm, and everything was in shades of pink and red as if it was tinted by a vivid sunset.  I’ve never been to any place like this, or anywhere exciting really.  It made me sad.  I suppose, even if I can’t travel right now, I can at least dream.  And I can paint my dreams to give them some existence in my tangible reality.

My Love Letter to the Grid

This painting, which is enormous by the way, is my love letter to my city.  Much like my relationship with Sacramento, the process in making this painting was quite tumultuous.  At the start, I had a large canvas, bigger than I usually use, and a tub full of nearly empty paint tubes.  I wanted to use up my remaining paint before purchasing any more, so I began distributing random colors on my blank canvas.  After the first layer, I ended up with something like this…

It was a little boring to start.  Not enough colors, not enough shapes.  It was sad, lonely, like winter in Sacramento.  It reminds me of when I first moved to midtown.  I had few friends, I was young, naive, green.   Of course, at this point, it was clear that I was not finished… so I added another layer.

I added some warm shades to the cool colors and though I could see something beginning to develop, it just wasn’t quite happening for me yet.  It was warming up, changing to spring… then I added another layer.

Adding some black and white details, some lines, some dots, my lonely piece started to become more lively, more like a party.  The painting was starting to become more reminiscent of my midtown experiences now.  Filled with familiar faces, fun, fashion, friends… But it wasn’t done yet, so I added another layer.

The Grid

I washed a translucent layer of yellow, and then a translucent layer of white over the top of my then over active, too brightly colored canvas, bringing all the shapes together into one community, into one cohesive product.  I then added a grid, my streets, my city.  Finally, to complete it, I added swaths of gold, a light sheen of sparkle, and a grid of fine threads.  And finally, my city emerged.  This is my Sacramento, the way I see it.  Layers of loneliness, mixed with happiness, mixed with partying, mixed with tiny important details… its people, and brought all together under a blanket of community, under the two most precious words… The Grid.

I am currently working on a series of smaller paintings in this style.  They will be in the price range of $100 to $500.  Please check back for updates.