Season 1, 2022
Some things come back to you before you have a name for them.
Before Janae knew who Jackson Pollock was, her art professor was already drawing the comparison. The kinetic energy, the physicality, the marks that move like thought before thought has a chance to edit itself. When she finally searched his name and saw the work, something clicked into place. Not imitation. Recognition. The feeling of being seen in someone else's vision.
Then life happened. A decade passed without a paintbrush.
Untitled is what came out when she finally came back.
The hot magenta tears across the canvas like something that had been waiting too long to be released. The bold black marks move with the loose, urgent confidence of someone who stopped asking for permission. Teal and yellow surface beneath the layers like memories rising. It is chaotic and joyful and completely unafraid, the way you feel when you return to something that was always yours and realize it never left.
This piece is called Untitled because some things do not need a name. They only need to exist. It was not made to say something. It was made to feel something, and it accomplished that before the paint was dry.
The theme is return. Not regression. Not nostalgia. Just the simple, profound act of going back to touch the version of yourself that knew something important before the world told you to be more careful. You do not have to live there. But it is good to visit. It is good to remember that person is still in there, waiting, paint-covered and completely alive.
At 24 inches tall by 4 feet wide, Untitled is built for a wall that can hold its energy. It does not whisper. It never learned how.
Acrylic Paint, Spray Paint, Acrylic Dye, Acrylic Varnish on canvas.
24" x 4 ft. Original, one of one.
Contact for inquiries.
Season 1, 2022
Some things come back to you before you have a name for them.
Before Janae knew who Jackson Pollock was, her art professor was already drawing the comparison. The kinetic energy, the physicality, the marks that move like thought before thought has a chance to edit itself. When she finally searched his name and saw the work, something clicked into place. Not imitation. Recognition. The feeling of being seen in someone else's vision.
Then life happened. A decade passed without a paintbrush.
Untitled is what came out when she finally came back.
The hot magenta tears across the canvas like something that had been waiting too long to be released. The bold black marks move with the loose, urgent confidence of someone who stopped asking for permission. Teal and yellow surface beneath the layers like memories rising. It is chaotic and joyful and completely unafraid, the way you feel when you return to something that was always yours and realize it never left.
This piece is called Untitled because some things do not need a name. They only need to exist. It was not made to say something. It was made to feel something, and it accomplished that before the paint was dry.
The theme is return. Not regression. Not nostalgia. Just the simple, profound act of going back to touch the version of yourself that knew something important before the world told you to be more careful. You do not have to live there. But it is good to visit. It is good to remember that person is still in there, waiting, paint-covered and completely alive.
At 24 inches tall by 4 feet wide, Untitled is built for a wall that can hold its energy. It does not whisper. It never learned how.
Acrylic Paint, Spray Paint, Acrylic Dye, Acrylic Varnish on canvas.
24" x 4 ft. Original, one of one.
Contact for inquiries.
