The Photography of Jennifer Jope

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handmade love

A lovely idea was offered up at the New Year by my Facebook friend and artist Melanie Park.  She invited 5 people to accept a handmade gift from her, the only expectation, that they in turn invite 5 people to receive the same from them (and so on) and they had one year to attend to this business. Well my patient darlings…finally! I have made good on that promise! (Procrastinate much? Who? Me?) I am not a terribly crafty sort, Pinterest mercilessly pokes at that sensitivity daily, but I was drawn to attempt these birds nest necklaces as mistakes might even improve them! I hope my recipients enjoy these handcrafted baubles. And I finally opened the gift from Melanie today (I didn’t feel right enjoying it until I had made good on my end) and it’s a colorful and delightful painting. Thank you Melanie for the gift of art and inspiration! I hope this tradition continues far and wide!




At the IMAGO Gallery
36 Market Street, Warren, RI

On View Friday, October 18 – Saturday, November 9 | 2013
Artist Reception October 25 | 2013

Selected works by:

Julia Bykowski
Karen Callan
John Dean
Dina Delia
Matthew Derezinski
Nikolai Fox
Deborah Hardt
Deb Hickey
Marc Jaffe
Jennifer Jope
Andrew Laverty
Robert Martin
Eileen McCarney Muldoon
Paul M. Murray
Cheyeon Park
Roi Tamkin

This year’s Juror is Victoria Crayhon. Crayhon is a Rhode Island photographer and Associate Professor of Photography at the College of Visual and Performing Arts at the University of Massachusetts at Dartmouth, where she has taught since 2000.

SNAC at the Zullo Gallery

I’m very excited for our opening reception 6-8 pm this Thursday, December 6th at the Zullo Gallery showcasing SNAC photography, sculpture, painting, mixed-media, wood-burning….YIPEEEE!


As I walk, let me walk close to Thee

Religion is the rules, regulations, ceremonies and rituals developed by man to create conformity and uniformity in the approach to God. Spirituality is God’s call in your soul. – Iyanla Vanzant


An article on GLOVEBOX on my awesomely bad ass art group SNAC.

SNAC spring show



I keep hearing the voice of the Dad from A Christmas Story in my head, “I won it! It’s a major award!”. Well it isn’t a sultry leg lamp exuding the “soft glow of electric sex”, it’s a whole lot better…my photograph Barton Creek was bestowed the honor of Best in Color at the Fine Art of Photography show (on exhibit through May 5th) at the Plymouth Center for the Arts in downtown Plymouth. I was not able to make the opening reception and finally made my way to the show yesterday and just wow! The selected work is fantastic. So much talent. I am truly honored to be included in this exhibit and blown away that my photo was deemed praiseworthy.



Article on the front page of the Bridgewater Independent. Go SNAC!


At the Ugly Gallery. Great gifts and photography by yours truly. Fa la la la la!

go art!

“The past is not dead. In fact, it’s not even past.” – William Faulkner

I donated this photograph, “Weary” shot at the abandoned Grossinger Hotel in Liberty, NY to the Attleboro Arts Museum Benefit Art Auction. You can view and bid on all of the work donated at

The live auction is on the evening of Saturday, November 5th, you can purchase tickets through AAM.

It’s a great cause! Funding programs, special events, and exceptional art exhibitions.

Go art!

We ♥ SNAC!

Please check the new, super, “flashy” web site for the Southern New England Artist Community!

Bookmark and visit often to get the latest on SNAC exhibits and events.


“Love — not dim and blind but so far-seeing that it can glimpse around corners, around bends and twists and illusion; instead of overlooking faults love sees through them to the secret inside.”  – Vera Nazarian (from Salt of the Air)

This is a photograph I snapped of Josiah McElheny’s Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism 2007, at the MFA in Boston…It’s not my art or concept so I hope no one minds me photographing this most spectacular, inventive vision.  I love contemplating it regularly. It’s endlessly mesmerizing!

her yes


There’s a collection
Of polices regarding
If you should be kissed
At a funeral, or danced
With in a movie, baked a pie
To welcome the summer, or
Have a drink to mourn
Your newly deceased tomato
Plant. Your renewals are
Coming up, and the rates
Are almost unliveably high,
So it’s time to pick which
Circumstances you’d like to
Carry to a half-deserted
Retreat against the times
You should have just said, “Yes.”

- C.S. Henderson


Sculpture by Charles Umlauf


How unique
to this human
that we all
just wish
to be
the most important
on earth
to someone

- Tyler Knott Gregson


“There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.” – Harry Crews

Sculpture by Charles Umlauf


Turn my sorrow into treasured gold


“She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: ‘You are either born knowing how, or you never know.” — Gabriel García Márquez

Run your fingers through my soul…

“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.”


Recently I took my daughters to the Boston Children’s Museum where they were instructed in the art of Suminagashi, the ancient art of ink marbling. It is said to be perhaps the oldest form of Japanese art, its intricate secrets kept sacred between master and student for centuries. It is the simple and lovely art of marrying nature and artist. Ink derived from burned pine is touched to the surface of water, alternating patterns and ripples of obsidian ink, bleeding into the water before being kissed by the wind that flows from the life breath of our softly pursed lips which is then pressed to rice paper, becoming lasting, indelible art.

The instructor, a woman with such poise and equanimity in the midst of clamorous children, advised that this work could not be done if the waters were not still, if the tip of the brush was not dipped and then delicately rendered with focus and intention, nature is a vital part of this process, as is a calm, clear, placid mind and a sense of purpose.

One child exclaimed “I don’t get it!” as the ink almost imperceptibly sank into the water, to which she replied, “there is nothing to get, just wait.”

Watching my own beautiful daughter render her piece, intuitively able to bring to life on a gossamer sliver of rice paper, her vision…a gift….as was the acknowledgment that her teacher today was my guru as well. Calm waters and intention must be cultivated for all artistic and spiritual endeavors to unfold…

For isn’t all art and life a wondrous blend of our own hopeful paintbrush touching the waters and trusting nature to guide our journey?




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