Welcome to the newest gallery in JAC’s Gallery of the Month series, where we showcase a wide range of art and writing under unique monthly themes. Check back on the first of each month for a new collection of works by the talented artists in the JAC network. To view past galleries of the month, see our Gallery Archive.
Through creating, artists can explore the limitless potential of their imaginations: traveling to exciting worlds, dreaming of whimsical ideas, and discovering new ways to understand and express their deepest emotions. For many artists in the JAC network, this power of art is especially meaningful, providing a means of refuge, freedom, and escape.
In the words of JAC network artist Chad Merrill, “Whenever I sit down to paint… I’m transported out of this cell and am totally consumed with filling that piece of paper full of my emotions, my stress, anxiety, fear, love, etc. I’m able to let it all out with each little stroke.” In times of darkness, art allows us to find light and purpose. Not to mention, it’s fun!
For this month’s gallery, we are featuring a selection of artwork that demonstrates the plentiful imaginations of the artists in JAC’s network. Through this gallery, we can see the many different ways that artists look inwards and explore various aspects of the fantastic and surreal. Whether it be through colorful abstraction or delightful fairies, there are so many ways to be imaginative!
We hope you enjoy this month’s gallery: Imaginings.
I Am by Gary Farlow I am the moon, shining full and ghostly white. I am the crickets, singing their song after dark. I am the firefly, whose dance is a beacon of love. I am the wolf, with a mournful bay of loneliness. I am the stars, like a blanket of spangles on a velvet sky. I am all the nocturnal creatures, the owl, the bat, the opossum. I am the whisper of wind, wafting through the skeletal trees. I am the rustle of leaves, like the steps of generations of the past. I am . . . the night
I Heard Them Laughing! by Wind Walker There’s a secret that lies waiting within its cold tomb, It holds stories of legends, and treasures untold. And the ghosts of its owners still stalk through the rooms Though they lost their lives, they still have the gold. And no one has found it, though many have tried, And the stories have faded, like some old, ragged book. Yet soon that mystery shall be opened wide, At the place where no one has ever thought to look. It’s along that river of time, that the centuries carved, Where so much blood and anger’s been shed. Where heroes died of battles, or sickness, or starved And around the campfires the stories about them were spread. It’s along that river of time, that I was given this vision, And I still marvel at what so many can’t see. And while deep in thought, I made the decision, To free the Ghosts and their legends of whatever bonds there may be Or, will the chambers be empty, And all the walls bare, And all the ghosts laughing, If nothing is there?
Do you have feedback or an idea for a future gallery of the month? Submit your suggestions here.