The physical materials that make up these micaceous pieces include, of course, the wood and canvas of my substrate, the plasters I use to create texture. And then the grasses from this land on which I live…
… and the precious mica, this “gift of the earth, gift of those who have the privilege of guarding its secret and collecting it,” as one reader puts it. The gift of tierra amarilla, freely given me by Isabro Ortega, a spiritual man of this place.
The final element in these works is, simply put, me. The same reader notes that “… these threads are brought together on a canvas: earth, universe, and Jeane’s spirit. Yellow dirt and stardust.” My eyes filled with tears when I read those words because what I am doing was so clearly understood, so perfectly received. I am of this land, of the energy of this universe, part of the connectedness of the whole. Together we make these pieces. We weave the threads that express this earth and this soul’s experience on it.
And that is what fills me with awe.