From Harper’s Bazaar March 2018 issue, I got hooked on this Amy Troost photo of model Sveta Black. While Sveta wears this white, um – ensemble[?] by designer Rick Owens, it is the look on her face that compelled me to sketch. With some alterations – of course!
Yes, friends: Take heart! I had wanted to post this image in time so that it would be visible on or before Christmas Day… However, due to holiday chaos and intergalatic tomfoolery – as well as other hits which I’d just as soon not mention – I didn’t meet that mark. And being late for anything is not something that I am generally known as being.
Voila! With wishes to you all of peace, wellness, & merriment, Jeni Moore
Over the 2016 holidays, my sister Nell and I thought that we should collect some of our mother’s wonderful poetry and publish an illustrated book – and then surprise Mom with this for Christmas. Nell and I didn’t have a great deal of time to pull this off – and online publishing was uncharted territory. But, we did it! Some needed revisions followed… However, we now honor our mother, Ann Goldthwaite Moore, with her first book of poetry. And this book is now officially available to the public for purchase.
Since its inception, I never intended to use Projects Series as a political platform. While, yes, there may be one or two posts that suggest my views concerning social causes – however subtle in tone. But now is the time to step out of my comfort zone. The U.S. has one Mother of a cause and It is vile.
In all honesty, this illustration wasn’t meant to depict a Pussy hat. Rather, it took on a life of its own in the process. A divine intervention? Yes: Hardcore intervention is needed ASAP. Let’s go kick some butt. Seriously.
Yeah. Juicy, eh? Both the top and bottom panels of this gouache measure at 7.5″ wide by 5.5″ in height. Melons as muse? Must be a desire for summer…
When in bloom, the sight of poppy flowers recharge my spirit. In this watercolor I came across a stunning image of one and, in a sense, dissected the center and surrounding petals. [Each panel measures about 7″ wide by 3″ in height.]
Pati Hill. Such a small name for a woman whose artistic and literary works were so varied and unusually sublime. In 1976, Pati had published a book [with the help of Kornblee Gallery] entitled “Dreams Objects Moments”. And while she had been a remarkable friend to me throughout my life, I hadn’t really delved all that deeply into many of her creative accomplishments up until this past decade. Within this particular book, I was especially taken with this quote – which I painted and lettered, freehand:
I had purchased some Pomegranate Publications© postcards a couple of years ago, but one among the few had haunted me. In a good way, that is.
I had to work with this unnamed girl. And so I did.
After composing “Ziegfield Moon”, I studied the text side of this postcard and found, through a search online, that Pomegranate had made a typo in attributing this photo to “Cheney Johnson”. The photographer’s last name is actually Johnston. And while Pomegranate had come by this image by way of the Motion Picture and Photo Archive, I could not find this particular girl within their online collection.
I have two fantastic nephews and both [not surprisingly] have their own creative interests. The older of the two is starting his first year in an out-of-state college tomorrow and this makes me both ecstatic and miserable at once. Wanting to boast, but also wanting to protect his privacy, I will only say his initials are “CEC” – hence his own copyright in this digital art I created for him.
I find that designing within smaller spaces to be a particular challenge.
Especially when a lot of elements need to be seen.
Rags and riches were prominent on everyone’s minds throughout the recently ended year of 2012 – although I gather this consensus by way of my modest-in-size network of Facebook friends. Good riddance! was snarled about. [But this is not to say that citizens should stay silent.] However, I had made a semi-conscious decision to avoid politics in the media, thereby providing some form of inoculation from the grip of mob mentalities. I had grown tired of the scene. Wanting instead to not only devote more time to become more skillful artistically, I also hoped to discover a truer and more personal authenticity in how I communicate.
While I may not be able to claim that 2012 as the year that all I wanted to accomplish was realized, the realizations that happened along my way will be coveted in the time I have ahead. I’ll be happy if they help me to become a better person.
If these realizations help me as an artist, I’ll be over the moon.
And with that, I wish all a gratifying 2013.