Encaustic is a method of painting with beeswax and resin. JT’s work uses the encaustic process and combines it with oil paint and photo transfers.
If you look at the window in the middle of this piece imagine that being a close up of a caterpillar’s furred back, for that is what it really is! The caterpillar shot is enlarged and turned sideways, causing one to wonder if it is a woman’s body. The bottom left of this work is layers of condos with birds sitting on a fence, once again that is turned 90 degrees. The base image with the mannequin is a street shot, from a more than eccentric storefront in Guelph, Ontario.
This work was a bit of fun involving a horse and bird, both from Europe. The horse is from the south of France, a region referred to as Camargue. Camargue has white horses, pink flamingoes and black bulls. The bird on the right is from a market square in Belgium. The image was captured in a moment of panic and the bird anchored a reason for being.
Temporary Time (currently showing at Karger Gallery, Elora)
Temporary Time II
These works are each two images melded together. On one side you see weather had been mild and the buds on the trees were wanting to come out to play. Once out to play the storm arrived and encased their existence, akin to the stories of DNA encased in amber. The other side is an image from a plane window. The setting sun as it refracted off the freezing water hitchhiking on panes of glass. Both images are about temporary time and the beauty of colour.
Moments in Time (currently showing at Karger Gallery, Elora)
This one is so many stories it is hard to choose what to share. Let’s start with a bit of fun and have a look at the fence and then look at the black rectangles in behind. That image is the same one from the first encaustic shared earlier on this page. The bird is difficult to see but it speaks of us humans, our condos and vacant spaces. The circle in the center of this piece is electrician’s wire from a local electrical shop. The shop, the electricians and the supplies were doing things the old way and for a brief moment in time more stories were embedded in dust than one could comprehend.
The woman in this piece is the same one from at the start. She is looking, longing to find a way in the forest of light and dark. She eventually finds out that her way is ahead and the dark is at her back. Just behind her, at the bottom left, there is a close up of a horse’s eye, a horse from Camargue. Proportion is at play the same way memories play interpretation.
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