Entries by jennypivor

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Profiles in Solitude

But there is another kind of solitude. Everyone is born and dies alone, and in the meantime, there can be plenty of alone time. Some can feel good, but often, if we are feeling the lack of company, or FOMO (fear of missing out), not so much. When what fills our lives is unbalanced, with that alone time becoming too large, the world can feel like a very sad and empty place.

Getting Over Art School

Four years after creating this video, I am still confused about art, alternating between creating abstract digital art, photography, and painting. Still, I find a lot of truth in this video and am reposting it, in the hope that it may be helpful to others, intimidated by the dogma of their art professors. Please explore […]

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J’adore la France

This is a love letter to one of my favorite countries, the culturally rich, geographically diverse, and vibrant France. It’s where the old blends with tomorrow with vision and wisdom. There is a unique sensibility, and from what I can see, an appreciation of the best things in life. Did I mention the food? The […]

GETTING READY FOR AN ART SHOW

Looking for a gallery was my next challenge. My artwork, like me, can’t be easily categorized, and sometimes people don’t know what to make of it. Is it photography? Photography purists say no. I even had one influential curator in Boston suggest that I was merely using filters. Wrong. Living in what appears to be the plein air capital of the world, understandably, a lot of New England galleries want to show what sells here which are abstracted or traditional landscapes, or pure abstracts. I am interested in images that are abstracted yet have subject matter, but mostly still have a street photographer’s eye for the human condition. I was happy when Michael Naimo, an Ipswich photographer and gallery owner, who had already printed some of my images, invited me to have a show.

CONNECTIONS: A Solo Show

This show features images that I have combined from my archive, making something totally new, some painted into or collaged. Come connect and see the results.

Is Group Travel For YOU?

She arrived at the hotel in the morning, three hours before me. She donned her pink and white striped pajamas, pulled the shades, and sprawled on her bed for a nap. The problem was that when the bellboy unlocked the door to our room that afternoon, I found a tiny, dark space with clothing thrown everywhere. The twin beds were pushed flush together, and a sleeping woman lay comatose across her bed, looking as if she’d escaped from Barbie prison wearing a pink and white uniform. The bellboy inched my suitcase into the room, while my new roommate removed her eye mask, and sat up with wild hair, looking like a crazy person.

“I can’t do this,” I told the bellhop and promptly went back to the front desk where I learned that there were no other rooms. I pleaded my case, even offering to sleep in a maid’s closet, but the answer was no. They managed to move the beds six inches apart, not nearly far enough, especially considering the wall-shaking snoring that emanated from the next bed. My roommate was a good sleeper. Unfortunately, I am not.