Artist's Statement



I'm not really sure just how I do what I do as I create. As I write or sculpt or paint, play an instrument or sing, I disappear, becoming whatever it is that is being creatively born. It is only in a sort of shimmering aftermath that I realize I have been absent, and like a whale emerging from the depths suddenly 'I am' once more.
I am sitting in a room. There is a window beside me, softened at its edges by curtains, and a breeze pulls through. There is a floor beneath my feet. Where have I been?

Then I look and see that the paper beneath my hands is no longer blank, or the room resonates with the music that has flown forth from the guitar I am holding. Words have crowded onto the page of my notebook like a gathering of gleeful old friends. Something I cannot fully explain, whose origins are a complete mystery, exists, where before it did not.


While I do not know how I do what I do, I deeply know why. Much of the world is in pain, and those of us in it feel, in various ways, the dissonance, as the pain reverberates through. Something is wrong with the way we regard the Earth. Something is broken as we treat each other so poorly, as we stagnate in hate, and as we are absorbed by fear. Something needs to change, as we are so bad to ourselves, as we succumb to doubt, isolation and anger.

As I disappear, I think I must be seeking a solution to some of these challenges, issues, and difficulties. What I bring back with me, in words or images or music, responds to the friction, loneliness, misunderstanding and hurt in the world. It questions the way things are, and suggests kindness, symbiosis, awareness and playfulness. It acknowledges what we may lose if we cannot change from our present course, but never fully deviates from the joy and brightness that is still possible.


- Jorie Jenkins



Thursday, June 16, 2016

Naku Islands : The Onepalipan Clan


The above watercolor, which does not appear in the Fernie Brae show, depicts a male and female member of the Nakurit region, an archipelago of islands in the remote tropics of Mirico. The Nakurit are among the most proficient Plantspeakers in the world, and often grow mobile gardens on their bodies as a form of veneration to the land.

The tribes believe the islands they call home are the former shells of ancient, giant turtles who swam into shallow water, hence became lodged, and died. The word 'Onepalipan', which is both their tribal name and the language they speak, means 'turtle child', which is also a reference to Chimaquatka the Universal Mother, who is often depicted as a cosmic turtle. 

The Onepalipans of the Naku are an integral group of characters in the Miriconian realm. Their islands teem with fertile earth and endemic species, and yet their island homes are among the most threatened in the world. Their land, in many places, is at or below sea level, and thus it is steadily disappearing due to sea level rise. 



Song of the Nakurit People

Moss and rock and shell and wave
and sand and we a'singing 
Sky and cloud and thunder loud
and rain fall down a'winging

Fish and crab and whale and snail
and weed of sea a'weaving
Tide and krill and coral frill
a'never from us leaving

Star and moon and sun come soon
now thanks to all we've sung to
Mount and fount and fruit and root
and Nakurit among you

Thank you cave and spring and reed
and shore upon we'standing
Thanks to Mother, blue at Heart 
Blue Father Sky expanding

Be yours we all of Nakurit 
as to you givers giving
Gift back our own, our feathered bone
to Ones who gave us living

Now same as blossom mist and bay
and sinew, flesh and feather
Same we all, as same we call
in thanks to you together


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