J J Worden

Maker of Things

Because everything is connected to everything.

The little details, the subtle nuance.
How we feel, what we see and smell and hear.
The distant call of a crow.
The feel of the Spring sun on our face as we emerge from the dark, cold winter.
These are the experiences and layers that interest me.

Jen Worden aka Me

Our stories may be different but why we tell them is the same.
To feel connected and loved.
To be heard.

Through layers of wax and plaster, paint and photographs.
With rusty nails and found objects and wire.
These are my stories.

  • Finding inspiration in the in-between

    After a big project comes to a close, I need a few days to readjust. Sometimes that means tidying up my studio, putting away all the flotsam/jetsam that has accumulated over the course of the creative phase of #artistlife. (but on every. single. horizontal space? geez!)

    But sometimes even once that's done, I kind of flit from station to station wondering where I go next.

    This morning I sat in front of a started project for which I didn't have an appetite. And while my go-to is often Miasma Surfing in this case I grabbed my neglected computer and browsed through years of photos ...tidily categorized over time... notably ending with the acquisition of mobile devices.

    As I paged through travel folders dating back to 2005, I noticed I was drawn to very specific photos. Do you find your brain works away on something while your eyes are occupied elsewhere? Yah. Me too. And as I virtually meandered  from Cuba to summertime camping trips to France and London to Utah mine threw out the phrase "places on the edge". 

    And just like that I had my new direction.

    Every single place I have ever been I'm always drawn to the path less traveled, the shadowy corner down the empty lane, the next bend down the road.  And almost every time I am treated to that tingly, otherworldly feeling of being close to the in-between. It is the place I feel most comfortable. One foot in this world. One foot in the next.

    I think maybe I've been making art about this for years. Time to do it intentionally!
  • Still Mine

    ETA: this piece kicked my ass all the way to Sunday. I almost gave up a dozen different times ... when I melted the face when trying to solder it, when the neck just wouldn't work (who knew some copper canNOT be soldered?!?), when it looked just too rough ... even for me... and yet? I persevered. Kinda like Women. We are stronger than we know. Art > Life.

    Have you been watching Handmaid's Tale?

    We started with the first season 3 years ago. It seemed a bit TOO farfetched. A nice, cozy feeling of "Jeepers that's rough for ya Offred. Sucks to be you." Our world has caught up. This season has been brutal. Having me cringe with recognition. Feelings of  'there but the Grace of god go I'. Too. Damn. Close.

    I've been paying attention when I read the "Artists make a difference", "Artists need to create", "Artists change the world" prettily decorated memes on the Miasma. I sure want to believe it. I contemplate how my silly ravens or paintings from my family's history make a difference or change the world. I know given the state of the world, I DO need to create. So, when Mariko (@snaatchiandsnaatchi) asked me to contribute a piece to benefit Women's Reproductive Rights there wasn't a moments hesitation.

    Just so you know I know, I'm aware 'Still Mine' likely won't sell. And believe me I fought with that through its entire creation. Because really, what's the point of making something to sell as a fundraiser/awareness for a cause, KNOWING it won't. But I needed to make it. This way. For me. It is full of dispair and anguish and tears and memories and traumas and just the teeny tiniest bit of hope.

    Even if I agree
    Even if I say yes
    Even if I don't put up a fight
    Even if I can't defend myself
    Even if I say nothing

    My body is Still Mine.
    I will be donating 100% purchase price to The Cause.

    SOLD!! Thank you so much dear collector! xo

  • Summer Revamp

    One of my 2019 goal/intentions was to "Get Serious About My Art". Whatever the hell that means.

    What it meant for me was to put some of my work in a Bricks and Mortar gallery (check)
    rebooting my Newsletter (check)
    and a revamp to this website with a focus on selling (check).

    Thing is? I missed talking about my art process. Or even just my life. Go figure!

    So after a friend mentioned this site was wonky (aka links not working) I set about fixing that. Which made me rethink what I'm trying to accomplish here. And what I discovered is not only I am THE worst sales person for my own artwork. (cuz frankly? I'd prefer to give it away or burn it rather than have to get all "buy buy buy" up in your face) but I also missed ...I mean seriously pined for... writing about stuff:

    • How testy a particular piece is being.
    • Or how freaking excited I am that a technique worked out.
    • Or just how damned cute my dogs are. I mean. Come on. Just look at them!

    I  thoroughly enjoy sharing art techniques and processes or what my latest thoughts are on my current series or art in (as Neal Stephenson refers to it in "Fall; or Dodge in Hell") the Miasma.
    So. Blogging may be dead but THIS one is back.

    Oh. And for sure I will still try to sell stuff from here (aka the website) and I will still put out newsletters though not as often (you're welcome!).
    But more chat and less BUY! BUY! BUY!

    So if you have any questions ... art related or not ... just holler!
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