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"Songs for my Child" Exhibition

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I'm excited to announce I've put together a very large show to be displayed at the Ford gallery opening on September 29th, 2018 
"Songs for my child, Songs for myself"is a series of paintings created in relation to healing from post trauma dissociation. Today I'm reaching out to my community to get some extra financial support as I prepare for this upcoming exhibit. I honestly can't do it without community help the costs are beyond my means. If you are in a situation to make a donation of any amount. I would be very grateful.
What you can expect from me...
I'll be posting this campaign to social media during the course of the next 45 days. The funds will be allocated to paying studio rents, marketing costs, storage, truck rentals, material costs, photography and print fees. (I also plan to mail a landscape print to each person that donates as an offer of thanks.) Read on for more details about the show! And please know I never find it easy to ask for help. A request for money is an act of vulnerability, and given that this body of work has been created relation to my own post trauma healing...one it makes it necessary for me to ask for help, and two leaves me feeling rather exposed. With that said I didn't become an artist to be comfortable. It's always been my intention to be truthful and search for honesty in my process. So read on for more details about the show!

photo credit to Migyoung Won
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Exhibit opens: September 29th 6-9pm closes: October 24th
Ford Gallery 2505 SE 11th Ave. Portland
Artist Statement:
Songs for my child. Songs for myself is a body of work created during the last 15 years as a study of self. When I started these paintings and stretched the first large canvases I wasn’t cognizant of what there was to uncover. It’s been an unexpected journey. I knew I was lost and I understood wanting to use my painting practice to build a deeper relationship with self.

But what I didn’t realize was how seperated I was from my actual body. Repeated rape, torture, and abuse experiences as a small child had really left me divorced from myself physically and emotionally.

My painting practice required hours of daily meditation in order to find the willingness to show up. Nausea and migraines became daily studio routines. I’ve laid on the floor and tried to surrender to the feelings of grief, pain and betrayal at least hundreds maybe a thousand times.

And I’m still not finished. I’ve done much of this on my own, and I’ve had help along the way. Talented therapists, acupuncturists, and body workers have patiently tried to help me untie these knots. Loving friends and family have reached out and supported me when possible.

I share this work and my process, because it’s important.

Everyday I struggle. Each of us does in their own way. I’m grateful for the time, space, and courage to find myself. And if sharing my process helps even just one other person in the way that it has helped me, then the pain of sharing this experience was worth it. Being alive is beautiful. Part of being a painter is knowing when to stop. There is always more to say, and there’s other paintings to be made.There is blank canvas there to hold my space. I think of these paintings as my pretty monsters. They aren’t about being raped. They’re essentially about who I’m becoming and what I experienced after, and some days in the best of moments, I hope my painting describes the peace of one single lovely instance of being alive.


Journal entry...on being a girl child 2018
"Here the air is warm and thick. I walk around and feel like a fissure. A not there. I know at any  moment someone could grab and press in to me. And the groups of people are always pressing.
-side note to self. To feel like a little girl is to be a walking vagina. To be pressed into. Grabbed at any moment and taken. But maybe that would be ok if I could be warm and loved. Not locked in this cold cellar feeling less than. Crumby, not clean, in dirty clothes and worn out shoes, and at least today I have my clothes. Even my bones are cracked because of this stupidness. The shame of knowing that I’m less than. Especially in my vagina...which is no longer the same...and despite my constitutional quiet. Everyone will know and see that something was very wrong. Not with what happened to me. But with who I truly am."

Journal entry-2004
“On the day I was raped I was not alone. I became one with my sisters, my ancestors. I became nothing and whole at the same time. I became hate. In losing myself I became something I never was before. In losing myself in surrendering I became hate, I became animal, I became sex and rage in my very vulnerability I became humane. I was a child human. Human. Small and insignificant. And it wasn't until today that I knew as I paint these paintings these pieces of myself, of women, these stories they become me and they become above and below and around me. It was yesterday that I was so sm...small so insignificant. as I am today, but I am all of these things at once small and big. Pain and joy. And I live. I will live. Everything up until this moment has been past. An unfathomable past and I live as life is meant to be for today for a moment with utter knowingness, and a trust that I have never understood before and today becomes a day just like any other day in any other lifetime and that is what makes me rise and fall. That is why I breathe and laugh and cry because of the insignificance of it all.”
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Hello! Artist talk today, Saturday 10/20 at 6:30 pm.
Thanks for all of your donations and support. I’ll be reaching out to each donor this week to clarify addresses and giveback gifts. Jolyn
Thanks for all of your support!
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I’m very close to the halfway mark of my fundraiser goal!
I’ll start posting givebacks again next week on Facebook and Instagram. In the meantime if there was an offer you missed and wanted send me a note and I’ll backtrack for you. See you soon. Thank you! Jolyn
Thanks to everyone for your donations!
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Alright! Here we go...every day for the next thirty days I’ll be posting donation incentives. Anyone donating today will receive an archival print of “Then I found home”.
Thanks for your support! ❤️ 8/17
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