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I\u2019m back in Texas after a four year hiatus, sitting in the exact seat I sat in for hundreds of hours learning how to draw, learning photoshop, learning the line work of traditional comics, learning all the important skills that I now consider basic, if not mostly taken for granted.  But I sit in this same seat, letting the familiarity of the house, and the kitchen in particular, whisper to me.  Return to any place you spent a significant amount of time at, and when silent enough, you\u2019ll realize inanimate objects really don\u2019t shut up.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

These walls, though, are referring to an older version of me.  A me I have not looked at in awhile.  Of course, it\u2019s easy and natural to throw around phrases like \u2018a more naive me\u2019, or \u2018a more desperate me\u2019 or any other youthful but slightly-effacing adjective.  One thing is for sure: that it was a \u2018different\u2019 me.  After a bit of reflecting, though, a me that makes me smile.  A determined-without-knowing me\u2013seen in a snowglobe, captured and playfully ignorant, doing all the right things, despite all the clouded worry and self-doubt.  <\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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The Picture in Question, Chicken and Sunflower (2021)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Still Life: Chicken and Sunflower (2021)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

In a feeling of grateful euphoria, my eyes scan the room for any new idiosyncrasies, and rest upon a painting that hangs on the kitchen wall, directly across from where I sit.\u00a0 It\u2019s beautiful\u2013a harmonious still life of my friend’s iconic kitchen rooster statue, standing beside a vase of flowers, a single sunflower turned curiously towards the painting\u2019s focus.\u00a0 The yellows remind me of Van Gogh’s<\/a> ubiquitous hue.\u00a0 The driving color is the striving red that colors the table cloth, as well as delicately accents the rooster.\u00a0 Lilac purple seems to almost weave through the shadows until finding its highlighted place within the white flower backdrop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I did not need the signature\u2019s proof to know that it was a work of Chet\u2019s.  It is clearly his style, yet more refined and harmonized than I\u2019m used to.  In fact, this could very well be the best painting of his I\u2019ve ever seen, however, this is the first time I\u2019ve ever rested my eyes upon it, and specifically as I experience this returning and reflective feeling merging with my subconscious past.  The timing was as remarkable as the artwork itself, crafting a moment one can only experience in the manifesting web of existence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Art is amazing.  So much energy can be compacted and invested into a work of art, waiting to be released to the right eye or passing perception, but once the connection is made, a carpet bomb on neurons begin a chain-reaction of images, symbols, emotions, connotations, meaning, values, resemblances, and an infinite amount of other energy-dense implications.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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\"Jerry's
One of Jerry’s “Chicken” paintings, made in early summer 2020<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

“Art is Always Something Inside of Us Being Let Out”<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

But more important than all of that jazz is the fact that I have never seen this painting of his before.  Before this, I assumed I had seen 99%, if not 100%, of Chet\u2019s paintings.  This, I believed, gave me a grasp of what I would expect in seeing something he created.  I was wrong.  There\u2019s something in this painting hanging on the wall across from me that is not contained in his other works. Of course, I can label this something with a variety of perceptual and descriptive adjectives from the painting\u2019s depth, to its harmony, or even the intentionality of the strokes, but more than any of that is something that I have never seen from him before.  As if it reveals<\/a> a \u2018part\u2019 of him that I have never seen before.  A part of him that could have always been there, but in this painting finally found its manifested expression.  Which reminds me: Art is always something inside of us being let out.  Every work of art is a revelation for both the creator and the audience.  A chance to see something that may have always been there, but now manifested.  A bridge.  A portal.  An opportunity of understanding.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Art is many things, but what seems to be more obvious than any of them is that Art is simply amazing. <\/p>\n\n\n

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