perceptions

One of the things that got me into LJ-land was reading the blog of a very interesting and talented artist I stumbled upon in 2005 while reading about post-Katrina life in New Orleans on the internet.

Since then, marrus has never failed to entertain me, or inspire me, or give me -by way of her writing- a kick in the lazy butt. Reading her blog and looking at her art is often like being entangled in a fascinating book about strange happenings and weird characters and stories I couldn't even have dreamt of. And, speaking of books, she is about to publish her first book about her life and her art!

But now marrus is in pain. After surviving three burglaries, September, 11th in New York, a fire that left her homeless on New Year's Eve and hurricane Katrina just after she moved to New Orleans, the recession and some New Orleanian traditionalists have apparently broken her income and her back now. She has a herniated disk and needs surgery and therapy, but all this comes with a bold price tag while she depends on the money she earns with her paintings.

So take a look at her art, and if you like what you see, go grab your chance and buy some art as she's currently holding a sale until the first week of April!


"Soaricide" © Jenifer Marrus


"Shenix" © Jenifer Marrus

I purchased these three amazing art prints from Ms. marrus  for my home, art that deals with the topic of consistent development and metamorphosis, something of a leading motto for my life.


"My Golgotha" hanging boldly framed in our sleeping room.

Normally I don't snatch things posted in other blogs or communities, but this one -posted on wtf_nature - just made me cry with astonishment and fascination:
Esref Armagan is a Turkish artist who was born not blind, but without eyes. He's never seen light, or colors, or structures as people with normal vision have, but he claims to have seen the world with his 'fingertips'. His paintings clearly show this, and what's more, he is able to draw in perspective. Dr. John Kennedy from the University of Toronto is examining his brain activity during the process of painting and then takes him to Italy for an ultimate proof...



I've always wondered which one of the five senses (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch) I would miss most terribly; my answer has always been quick and steady: Sight! (There's no indication that I will ever loose my sight, but being a visual girl with myopia and astigmatism means wearing glasses all the time and envying people like Yanni who can see like a hawk). Of course I've heard before that blind people will train the other senses to 'see' differently, but only after seeing this film I'm at least not so terrified about the subject of losing sight anymore.