“Echoes of Elysium” is the exhibition on display at New River Fine Art on Las Olas Boulevard in Fort Lauderdale through April. Artist Jennifer J.L. Jones finds her employment in the abstract contemporary trends and transforms them into the botanical atmospheres that cohere to the observer’s metaphysical hemisphere of realistic conjuncture. The strategy is by the composites of layers, not by the disconformity of postmodern rejection, but the singular reluctance to recognize concentrations between values. The artistic empirical is apparent. In agriculture, the thumbnail would be up and the hands would be down.
Jones was born in Virginia and was raised between there and the east coast of Florida. Currently settled in Port Royal, South Carolina, she holds a bachelor’s of fine arts from the Art Institute of Chicago.
In “Collections,” if you will, in free will, that employs the atmospheric abstracts into the altercations between hemispheres that lather by the waste sides of mere entropy is instead gorgeously assigned to her earlier works of “Hypnotic Starlings” (2016). Here, the division is in black and white, and the value is laid out indusively by color choice. The whites and blues drip, and the reds? A staged presence in a spacious spread of reasoning, and to the “Tejas,” mixed media on wood (2014), in the “Lacuna” series.
To view the past collections, visit www.jenniferjljonesstudios.com/collectedworks.
Is this Euclidean geometry by color? “Odyssey,” currently on display at New River Fine Art, is a requiem. If one was to follow the leaves of green, the shape appears to heed the branch of mathematics that puts axioms and postulates in place on a flat space. The relationships of points are defined by color choices, at the angles intended, and beneath the fluidity, lining them up and into visual consonance.
It shouldn’t go further than that, space, to distinguish the difference in hemispheres: one, the choice to avail dissonance into one’s solutions, or two, the opposite of where one must withdraw and appreciate the length of the objective segment itself. Jones shows her skills and artistic mastery in this light.
Distance is on the other side of it. This empirical nature goes only as far as it needs to go. It is witnessed that the closer one arrives to “Untitled,” the more abstract the artwork becomes. The potency of floral arrangements from a postmodern world extracts the work’s serenity as a schema, and in turn, dimensions are idealism. Dimensions are the elongated measures of the botanical muse to see what needs to be seen, and when it arrives. The disregarding sensuality of exposed synthetics demises what stem and into the true nature of a visual connection. What a very delicate balance that absurdity can bring!
Still, are the flowers.
A mythological state of perfect happiness, where botany molds to the surface, is Jones’s earlier work from 2017, “Midnight for Butterflies I.” It may very well translate for some as a still life from 17th-century Dutch artistry. The change from stroke to the use of line is highly emphasized. It is a clear takeaway from traditional portraits with flowers in a vase—to, who needs a vase when you have colors to focus on? Jones takes the eerie darkness from the Baroque era and colors it lively.
Her change from 2017 to works on exhibition today is still a psychological sense of untiming. In “Cailleach” (2024), the black-and-white orthodox grows on the subject of butterflies, if at all intended, bringing shape to the subject, certainly by stroke.
The means to the instance is of the goddess this art is named after, or “veiled one,” which is sparkled with gloss, clung to width by the blue of the skies.