statement

Most of my work is a journey, as well as statement of my surroundings. Things happen all around us all the time, whether we acknowledge them or ignore them are always up to us.


I try to record some of mine, but life moves so fast, I just can't get them all, I attempt to nail down a certain Idea, feeling, something I have seen, or story I've been told, an experience that has made a lasting impression..... We all have similar pleasures and fears I attempt to come clean, without spelling everything out, I would rather you try to figure some of these things out, come up with your own conclusion, to have you pay more attention to your own world.


At one point or another we all end up in one of my paintings, what you see here, could help you decipher where you are, where you have been, and where you are going.



Not all of it is pretty.



JBK





Monday, February 15, 2010

 

Aftermath

acrylic/canvas
5ft. X 3ft.

This was produced on a colabrative effort...
I requested info on a story from a fellow blogger ........
Screaming Whispers
Eva ODell    Screaming Whispers
This is from her page of Eva's blog:


I remember him. My father. My blood. The stain in my veins that runs with the shape of my lips and the tone of my skin. He was lovely, in memory. He was human. More human than I was when he left. And he took a piece of me with his death.





I saw the buds of the flowers peel under summer rays. And like a deaf winter I felt it. Each rip, each twist, each petal revealing, to wither and fall.





I remember it clearly. The gun in my face. The way you told me you loved me. The way you told me I wasn't worth loving. I sliced my wrists to feel the pain, pain you could not use to control me. Pain I used to control myself. Last time I saw you, you raped me. With your body you took a piece of me. A piece I will never get back.





I felt the rain of spring run over my skin. It washed me clean of your sweat. Or, if nothing else. It washed me clean of the penetration.





I told the man the truth. He knows more than you do. He knows more than anyone else. He knows the things I did, he knows I did it on purpose. He did not judge me for it. He knows I sought sex to cure myself. He told me I was depressed. He told me I was enraged. He told me I was a puzzle of holes. He told me I was beautiful. He told me he would forever be a piece of me. And then he left.





I let the ice of winter rush violently through my soul. Leaving only traces of snow drenched visions, frozen in time.





"What are you searching for?" You ask me.





I seek the missing pieces. And the flavor of life, for in which, they are contained.





~Eva





Written by Eva at 11:40 AM

Labels: memory, purpose

The story was somewhat overwhelming, One that gave me pause, as to whether I wanted to proceed with what we called "The Project"
But after assurances from her, and the honesty and bluntness of the story, I figured if she has gone through these things, The least I can do is extract my take on it, and produce something that will give validation to the circumstances that helped create this painting.
Here ya go Eva.

19 comments:

Caio Fernandes said...

everything .
every single thing .
i am fascinated .

Eva said...

I'm speechless, really. beautiful work, thank you.

Gavin said...

Wow...I know Eva too. This is really good.

Kimberly Franklin said...

Love the painting. Eva is a force of nature and her writing is all inspiring. Her writing is as much a work of art as your painting, which is beautiful.

Liv Sørvaag said...

Hello Jb !
This painting is so good , congratulations!
I`m so impressed !

LIV

Momo Luna said...

Wow! overwhelming it is. Such painful beauty in those intense, honest words. And your painting is overhwelming as well JB. Fascinating, strong, beautiful colours, very moving, very good! I also love your way of painting, the colors you choose, the strokes, shadows....

Sweet greetz!

jbkrost said...

caio....
thanks, you are a motivator, and a gifted painter!

eva,
I am was also speechless when I pulled out your story, so were even
all the best

gavin,
thanks so much, I think you also know the story, I just tried to do it justice

kimberly,
she is!
thanks tried to disturb
the viewer as much as the reader

liv,
always good to hear your comments
coming from you it an honor

momo,
yeah it is a little overwhelming...
like I said, I tried to do the whole story some justice,
by the way, your no slouch yourself

thanks everyone apperciate your comments,I would like to give a big shout out to Eva.
she had the courage to put it all out there, and let me pick her apart.
check out her page its good words to be sure

jb

jb

Laura said...

intense and really beautiful.

jbkrost said...

thank you laura...
it always means alot to get the feed-back, that we all need when doing these things
thanks
jb

Liz.Blog said...

Interesting work and symbols...

jbkrost said...

thanks liz.blog
you have to know, I apperciate the comments coming from the heavy-hitter section
jb

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

very intense, beautifull

jbkrost said...

thanks
vienna...
hope you read the story attached it is pretty intense, I tried to match that intensity
jb

Kay said...

the art, captivating...the story, sombering. both rich with emotion and (validation)? I am engrossed in both.

jbkrost said...

thank you Kay....
yeah it's a bit intense, validation in terms of stirring through the parts of the story that I wanted to explore, I did not ask pointed details, I felt it was too personal and I wanted to respect her privacy
jb

Eva said...

Powerful painting, powerful verse. Thank you for sharing them.

jbkrost said...

thanks eva...
I tried to make the painting mirror the story. for better or worse
jb

ALeks said...

Wow,JB you nailed it with the strength of choosing those colours,everything! Beautiful!

jbkrost said...

aleks......
Thanks, you need to read the story that is with the painting, I think the colors choose me on this one.
thanks
jbk