The Photography of Jennifer Jope


Wrapping up 2014!

SNAC is having one final Reception of 2014 at the Trescott St. Gallery in Taunton. Save the date, Saturday, December 6, 5-9pm.

Our Reception is running in conjunction with the City of Taunton’s 101st Lighting of the Green and Lights On Festival. The Holiday festival runs from 4-8pm in Downtown Taunton.

Watch the Tree lighting ceremony, come see our art and enjoy some refreshments with us!






SNAC show!





It’s not what you look at,

it’s what you see.

To a new year…

I am with you always means when you look for God,

God is in the look of your eyes,
in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self,
or things that have happened to you
There’s no need to go outside.

Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.

A white flower grows in quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.

- Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi


I am never done with looking

You know that you are an awfully peculiar girl when you are enraptured with the textures and colors of the frayed ropes of a fishing boat net. Even the slippery dogfish, with his insides drooling out commands my wonder.


© Jenny Jope 2012

Where Does the Temple Begin,
Where Does It End?

There are things you can’t reach. But
you can reach out to them, and all day long.

The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily,
out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing
from the unreachable top of the tree.

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.

Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.

And thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree –
they are all in this too.

And now I will tell you the truth.
Everything in the world

At least, closer.

And, cordially.

Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake.
Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold
fluttering around the corner of the sky

of God, the blue air.

~ Mary Oliver ~




“What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be.” – Helen Claes


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