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JENNY DAY

Not Mirrors, Portals

new paintings and ceramic sculpture

July 14 – August 28, 2021

JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Not Mirrors, Portals
JENNY DAY, Burden, 2021
JENNY DAY, Small Fires, 2021
JENNY DAY, Chaos and its devolution, 2021
JENNY DAY, Lemon Flames, 2021
JENNY DAY, Too Many Sunsets, 2021
JENNY DAY, Pounding the data into place, 2021
JENNY DAY, Between Pestilence, 2021
JENNY DAY, Nectar Drunk, 2021
JENNY DAY, Twins are on trend this year, 2021
JENNY DAY, Inherent greatness, 2021
JENNY DAY, Putrescine and cadaverine, 2021
JENNY DAY, A different kind of bird, 2021
JENNY DAY, An offering, 2021
JENNY DAY, This Landing Place, 2021
JENNY DAY, Edelweiss, 2021
JENNY DAY, Orangutan, 2021
JENNY DAY, Chihuahua, 2021
JENNY DAY, Giraffe, 2021
JENNY DAY, Tiger, 2021
JENNY DAY, Horse, 2021
JENNY DAY, Turtle, 2021
JENNY DAY, Dandelion Rat, 2021
JENNY DAY, Peppermint Stick Rat, 2021
JENNY DAY, Pink Lemonade Rat, 2021
JENNY DAY, Sickly Yellow Rat, 2021
JENNY DAY, Lunar Migration, 2020
JENNY DAY, The New Intertidal, 2020
JENNY DAY, Suspicious Times / Pre-Collapse, 2020
JENNY DAY, Untitled Blue 1, 2019
JENNY DAY, Untitled Green 1, 2019
Press Release

Press Release

[Santa Fe, NM ::: b. 1981]

14 July 2021 (New Orleans, LA) JONATHAN FERRARA GALLERY is pleased to announce Not Mirrors, Portals, a solo exhibition by Sante Fe-based painter and sculptor Jenny Day. Created using various materials such as: acrylic paint, colored pencil, paint pen, Flashe, and spray paint, DAY’s surrealist paintings encapsulate fierce apocalyptic landscapes and scenes. Her sculptures leave the viewer in a hypnogogic state as animals are enveloped and transformed by flowers, mushrooms, rainbows, and the surfaces of the stoneware vessels they emerge from. Day gracefully captures the violence and chaos of the natural world’s place in the anthropocene while treating her subject matter with an uncommon reverence and sensitivity.

 

For more information, press or sales inquiries please contact the gallery director Matthew Weldon Showman at 504.343.6827 or matthew@jonathanferraragallery.com. Please join the conversation with JFG on Facebook (@JonathanFerraraGallery), Twitter (@JFerraraGallery), and Instagram (@JonathanFerraraGallery) via the hashtags:  #JennyDay, #JonathanFerraraGallery and #ArtsDistrictNewOrleans.

Artist Statement

In past work I recreated place and infused it with memory; a snowy forest or vast horizon line overshadowed by environmental damage and marked by abstraction. After a tumultuous year, I find myself dreaming of the apocalyptic, four horsemen, frogs falling from the sky, the sea parting in triumphant arcs. In this work, memory is permeated with nostalgia to the point of corruption. A landscape singed and burning, animals fleeing, soaring and independent, their entities are barely tethered to the underlying structures. A rabbit crushes blistered tulips and flamingos erupt into rainbow-drenched lily pads. The sentiment overripe and romanticized, useless. Flowers grow into fur, fires emerge in snow, a grotesque glimpse into a world gone wrong grows into leaping, looming celebration.

 

In this place, a longing for before still exists, addictive and powerful. Time slows to a halt. The moment before a house explodes frozen as a coyote bounds over a mirage, squirrels fall through the sky and ships collide, pandas forage for food in a landscape as red as a new planet, a herculean effort to survive no matter what it takes. Movement begins in and transcends the current chaos and devolution.

 

This other world not a mirror but a portal. Resilience evolved, mutated. Here, in this made up place, the most horrendous things are overcome. Grief is met with bejeweled stallions, beat up trucks tear through the sky into far off sunsets, and rams pound information back together, bit by bit, new, ancient, heroic. The unfathomable transforms into something reborn, something hopeful.