Jennifer Van Cor
The landscape has always tantalized my senses. The smell and feel of wet grass, the sound of leaves in the wind, the shape of a shadow through a broken limb. And with it all the ever changing color; a universe of color. Each stroke and dip of the brush pushes my senses onto the surface and if I am listening closely and truly, the life of a landscape fills the painting. As my landscape progresses, they become more about the flow of energy, the experience of a lifetime of color, shape and feeling. Poetry has been another way to touch the landscape. Words mix color and senses through imagery that is very much like painting. When the two are combined, I feel I have painted a poem.
The landscape has always tantalized my senses. The smell and feel of wet grass, the sound of leaves in the wind, the shape of a shadow through a broken limb. And with it all the ever changing color; a universe of color. Each stroke and dip of the brush pushes my senses onto the surface and if I am listening closely and truly, the life of a landscape fills the painting. As my landscape progresses, they become more about the flow of energy, the experience of a lifetime of color, shape and feeling. Poetry has been another way to touch the landscape. Words mix color and senses through imagery that is very much like painting. When the two are combined, I feel I have painted a poem.
