Jess Anders Our Life is Jack-Knifings, 2020 3 ¾ ft x 1 ft Oil on Canvas
Title of the painting was taken from the first line of poem below: KATERINA GOGOU From Now Let’s See What You’re Going to Do: Poems 1978-2002 translated by Angelos Sakkis
1. Our life is jack-knifngs in dirty dead-end streets rotten teeth faded slogans a basso backstage basement smells of piss and antiseptic and rotten sperm. Torn-up posters. Upanddown. Upanddown Patission. Our life is Patission Street The detergent that won’t pollute the sea and Mitropanos* sang his way into our life but he’s been swallowed by Dexameni* like all the expensive dames. We stay with it. A craven life we travel always the same route. Humiliation-loneliness-despair. And back. O.K. We’re not crying. We’ve grown up. Only when it rains we secretly suck our thumb. And we smoke. Our life is pointless panting at pre-programmed strikes stooges and patrol cars. That’s why I’m telling you. Next time they’ll let us have it we shouldn’t run. We should hold our line. Let’s not sell our asses so cheap, man. Don’t. It’s raining. Gimme a smoke.
Painting in the place where you eat and sleep is not ideal… in order to keep paint and rags (sealed in a bucket) away from (roommates) cat’s I’ve tucked them halfway into this (not closet) for the time being. So my studio currently is my apartment located in North Philadelphia. And when the weather is decent I’m able to paint on the roof.
Self Portrait of the artist Jessica Anderson Dec. 2020 Instagram:@tamyans Email: jessicaanderson02326@gmail.com
ARTIST/PAINTER
TAYLOR BROWN taymobr.com
There are so many artists today, like millions. So what do I have to say in all of that? For a while I used to just make up meanings to paintings-- like, because I am half black, I would try and make race a huge motivator for my work, or because I am a woman, I had to speak up against women's rights. Not that I don’t care about that, I do, but I think that this year has made me realize that I am very interested in the boring aspects of life. Like when you are taking a walk, and take a picture of something, and decide to paint it later. What does the painting say about how you felt during that walk. Or they way someone stages a still life, what makes them feel like the way they staged the objects, beautiful? My intent is to try and create a feeling in someone (doesn’t everyone? haha), I believe that movement in art has a lot to do with that feeling. For example, I had a professor, who used to paint these hyper realistic paintings. It was like his brain was a printer, and that is how he taught. All of our work had to look exactly like the photograph. It was very still and you can even tell by the work I created how I felt about it. However, when you look at a painting and you see this person's brush strokes reaching all around the canvas, you can tell that the artist was very literally moved by what they were doing.
TAYLOR BROWN
“THROUGH A CHILD’S EYES” 18”x24”�acrylic gouache on Bristol board (2020) Amy Cook
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”�Pablo Picasso
Amy Cook 1aecook1@gmail.com Instagram: @ilikelentils
Fiona Martinez-Krippner Instagram: @Fiona_MartinezKrippner_Art "Going to Grandma's" 2020 Acrylic on Raw Canvas 36" x 48"
"Oklahoma" 2020 Acrylic on Raw Canvas 36" x 48"
"Almost Home (Our Favorite Billboard)", 2020 Acrylic on Raw Canvas 36" x 48"
Sketches
These paintings were made from memory, so brainstorming and sketching helped me to plan out my images.
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SARAH ROWLEY
Instagram: @sarahrowleyart
September 2020 Acrylic on canvas 24 x 20 in
October 2020 Acrylic on canvas 24 x 20 in
November 2020 Acrylic on canvas 24 x 20 in
Initial Sketches These are colored pencil sketches of the paintings above. This helps me to get familiar with the shapes and objects in the painting.
“Sugar vs. Spice” Emily Scarpato, 30” x 40”, oil paint and mixed media on canvas 2020 “Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.” - Edgar Allan Poe
Inspiration for creating “Sugar vs. Spice” painting:
“North American Ride” Emily Scarpato, 5.5” x 8.5”, gouache and mixed media on paper 2020
Emily Scarpato
instagram: @scarpato.art
email: emilyscarpato@gmail.com
chicken noodle soup may be for the soul, but instant ramen is for everything else Jamie Murphy Soika I watched my entire life pass Me by in a bowl of instant ramen Expanding and contracting Noodles like Styrofoam Fake vegetables look real if you squint Hard enough—what are they even made out of? I am sitting on Leo’s couch when he tells me that you catch f eelings like you catch a cold, that the butterflies threatening to fly out of your stomach and up your esophagus is just a symptom, a side effect of beginning to love someone too much. Other side effects, he told me wisely, included, but were not limited to: sweaty palms, extended eye contact, flushed cheeks, and feeling like you were dying.
than before, and suddenly, I was superhuman. But I never got around to watching The Amazing Spider Man sequel, Never got my upside down kiss, And I never knew Gwen Stacy died, Falling from a skyscraper Peter Parker’s webs just Couldn’t get to fast enough. My mom always said that the best way To cure a cold was to eat chicken noodle soup. So I look in my pantry, come up short, and boil Instant ramen. Watch the noodles expand into Interlaced webs, taste nothing, walk back to my tv And watch Gwen Stacy fall again and again and again
Which explained why, when I first saw you, I wanted To get hit by a truck, to French kiss the pavement, To hear the cacophony of horns and be buried six feet under, safe from your stare and my own patchwork heart, the stitching resembling an amateur’s handiwork. But you took my heart and stitched it up with a surgeon’s precision Making sure to tread carefully and trace your steps backwards and backstitch, securing your place so thoroughly that life without you seemed impossible, a mystery painted in shades of blue so deep it was a wonder I had ever climbed out of that abyss. I developed a new theory; that falling in love Was like getting bitten by a radioactive spider, complete With spide-y senses and spider webs able to catch me If I ever fell. Life was in technicolor, brighter
Friday Night 30” x 30” oil on canvas, 2020
The Reader in Quarantine 30� x 40� Oil on canvas 2020
Jamie Murphy Soika is a painter and writer based in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Her work explores time, human connection, and the figure in space. Instagram: @jamiesoika Email: jamie.murphysoika@gmail.com
MuMu (Diptych), 36” x 36”, oil, 2020
MeMe, digital, 2020
Sculpture Painting, 18” x 24”, acrylic, 2020
Interupted by COVID, 16” H x 10” W, clay, 2020 Instagram: @mayleesartwork Email: mayleewolf.art@gmail.com
LUNA ZHANG ୟՈ์
upside down Acrylic on canvas
Follow Me instagram: @renuue renyuezhang@squarespace.com renyue0518@gmail.com
Mongata Painting Oil on canvas
Mongata Painting Oil on canvas
Island Gouache on paper