Group Show!

Hello gorgeous people. I’m part of a beautiful group show, The Collective at Gallery 503, Balmain Rd Lilyfield. The show comprises works from artists who exhibited at the gallery over the last year. It’s an eclectic collection, but as one guest at the opening commented: ” It’s such a warm space, it feels like you’re all friends”

The show has been extended till the end of May, so pop in and catch​​ an inspiring mix of paintings and photography. Here’s a sneak peak!​

​​Till next time,

Keep sharing the LOVE ! (We all need it)

Emel​

Immanence

img_4970An exhibition of my new work entitled “immanence” opens on the 19th of November at Gallery 503 from 6- 8 pm at 503 Balmain Rd Rozelle. The show is on till the 29th of November. Pop in and say hello.

Upcoming Exhibition ‘Beyond The Surface’

Come along to the opening of 'Beyond The Surface'

Come along to the opening of ‘Beyond The Surface’

I’m excited to announce my upcoming exhibition ‘Beyond The Surface’ at the Gauge Gallery 68 Glebe Point Rd Glebe. Opening night is Tuesday the 11th of August from 6-8pm and on Saturday the 15th of August from 1pm my fellow exhibitor, Photographer Claire Holsinger and I will be giving an artist talk. Please come along!

This body of work began after I broke my toe badly. It refused to heal and I was forced to stop and literally put my feet up. During this time I began to use social media, really for the first time. I also drew lots and watched my yard explode to life through spring and summer. My paintings in ‘Beyond The Surface’ are a resolution for me of the contradictions I observed during this time, between the superficial gloss and connections of social media and the enduring, interconnectedness of the natural world of which we are all a part.

'Despite The Looming Storm' Acrylic on Canvas form Exhibition 'Beyond The Surface'

                                       ‘Despite The Looming Storm’ Acrylic on Canvas form Exhibition ‘Beyond The Surface’

Social media appears to hold great promise of connection and community, but all too often delivers a faux intimacy. Endless sparkly posts show nothing but a veneer, a sanitized version of life; exotic holidays, great hair days and enviable nights peppered with smiling faces frozen in time. Rather than connection for me there were times when a gulf loomed, tinged with anxiety. My ordinary flawed life could not compete with those ‘Friends’ whose lives appeared more interesting, happy and successful. Of course I  immediately knew I was not alone in this feeling, that it’s inherent in the medium. Social Media is reliant on our need to compete, to keep up the façade of an enviable life and yet in keeping it up, we are distanced by the false nature of the life we construct for public consumption. The reality is our ‘Friends’ can easily become our competitors and who wants to appear vulnerable to a competitor.

Contrasted with this man-made online world masquerading as community was the view from my window. Our yard exploded with life! Our new neighbours planted winter melons whose tendrils grew like Triffids, invading our yard at an astonishing rate, smothering everything in their path. Birds, our seasonal tenants, returned to their nests, picking bugs from plants to feed the tiny mouths of an endless round of hatchlings nesting in our pergola and backyard trees. Seeds my daughter and I planted flowered prolifically with a kaleidoscope of hilarious blooms. Hot pink, sunny yellow, purple and red vied for attention and space. The sanitized world of social media contrasted so sharply with this intricately balanced ecosystem. Self assured flora and fauna danced with life and purpose, they appeared  completely comfortable and independent, while still totally reliant on all other organisms for survival. We too are part of that ecosystem.

This couch time forced to stop and watch the world and reminded me how funny we humans are. We kid ourselves globally, that we are somehow separate from nature and individually we often feel separate and alone, disconnected from life around and within us. The truth of course is we are all part of that same universal soup. We are all connected, all reliant on each other and everything around us. Our lives are all messy and fragile, confused and confusing, passionate and vulnerable, not shiny and perfect as they appear on Facebook, Linked in, Instagram etc.  After all everything is just space and matter, molecules in an endless array of combinations, unique and full of potential. The notion of separation is really an illusion we construct ourselves for innumerable reasons.

My paintings explore all these ideas and hopefully capture them in a more beautiful and playful way than my words ever could. The works are colourful and layered, both thoughtful and intuitive. They are inspired, but also show pattern and structure, just like all of us and the world we inhabit. I hope you can pop by and see ” Beyond The Surface”

Till next time,

Keep Sharing the Love!

When In Rome

More exciting news! My painting ‘Embrace’ has been selected for a group exhibition, showcasing Australian artists to be held in Rome in November 2015. The exhibition is being organised by multi award winning artist and lovely man, Steve McLaren, who dedicates as much time to encouraging fellow artists as he does to his own prolific practice.

My Painting, ‘Embrace’ celebrates the transformation that occurs when we hold something or someone close. Not just a physical act, to truly embrace is an emotional and spiritual experience. To embrace a loved one, a way of life, an ideology and with that embrace to fully engage with the essence of life itself. In this painting, bursts of colour, natural forms and tendrils vie for the viewers’ attention, just as life’s endless distractions pull us in opposing directions. The figures merge and explode with colour and those same natural forms, a reminder that though the modern world would have us believe we are somehow separate and immune to nature, we are in fact intrinsically part of the vast ecosystem called earth. ‘Embrace’ reminds us of the joy of abandon, of surrender to another, or an ‘other’ and in embracing fully, we become part of something greater; more  than we could ever have been on our own.

The EmbraceSixteen other works of mine will accompany ‘Embrace’ in digital form, to be displayed as a slide show for prospective buyers at the gallery in Rome. Fingers crossed the Italians like an Aussie girl’s perspective of the world.

Till next time,

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Reflections

As you know,  I have started an informal collaboration with a writer on Instagram. He contacted me this week with a short story and asked if I was inspired, could provide a drawing. For Instagram purposes, his stories can only be 250 words long and I realise now, my drawings should be in a square format, or they will be cropped and lose details from one end. Fortunately the image is not hampered by these restrictions here on my website! Please enjoy ‘Reflections’ by @jcenno, illustrated by  @emeljurd check us out on instagram. Oh and I’m still working on my website and will be today, so it may look different, or a mess, depending on how much work I get done. Let me know if you like the collaboration idea and/or my new look website.

REFECTIONS.

The ornate mirror hung off the wall innocuously. It’s silver filigree of curves ran around its border like a river of mercury that never ended. I stood in the doorway watching Kristy wash her face. The white basin that stood before her caught her restless dreams and drank last night away.

She was the strongest woman I had ever known but today might be the day. As she padded her face with a small towel, her eyes peeked every now and then into the mirror. Eventually she slowly lowered her towel and stared at her reflection. As tears welled up in her eyes, her hands gripped the basin; a mixture of anger and sadness. The unbearable loss, I knew she was feeling, began to take its toll. The mirror silently reflecting her anguish.

Reflection

With sudden fury she threw a cup causing a rippling web of splinters and cracks across the mirror. Kristy crumpled to the floor sobbing.

I knelt down and gently wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

I knew exactly what she was referring to but asked anyway. “For what? There’s nothing to apologise for. It was beyond your control.”

She knew exactly what I was referring to and didn’t need to elaborate. Instead she said, “I broke the mirror.”

I answered, “Reflecting on the past can make us stronger but there’s nothing wrong if it doesn’t.” I looked at the fractured shards falling in the basin and added, “Besides it’s just a mirror.”