Jenny Morgan is a Colorado native artist, whose body of tensely psychological portraits depict people close to her. Her paintings maintain grounded state of hyper-sense while stripping each figure she paints to their spiritual core. Morgan creates portrait upon portrait–often of herself–that seem to capture a moment of surprise, hesitation or doubt. They make me ponder vulnerability and tangibility, as most of her subjects have blurred eyes, hands, or both. Hands are transparent, discolored or patterned, while the subjects eyes set transfixed on the viewer. Her subjects break the old tradition of the ‘female gaze’, but instead of confronting their audience, they seem to plead with them.
The technical grace of her figurative representation merge with surreal imagination. Each full-frontal portrait blossoms out of scintillating colors and effects, revealing layers of the individual and insight into a parallel dimension. The peculiar elegance of her work transcends photo-realism in its connection to the body, to the moments of humanity.
Her Brooklyn gallery, Like The Spice, writes:
“Presented on stark monochromatic grounds, the figures’ presence confronts the viewer with a shocking dose of intimacy. From ten feet the figures seem powerful, statuesque and attractive. From five feet you begin noticing what seem like scrapes and rashes – compelling you to draw nearer. Up close you realize the full technical prowess of Morgan, who not only renders uncanny likenesses and emotionally complex portraits but lays the under-layers so that the “finished” painting can be sanded and carved revealing the blood and guts of both the subjects and the painting itself. Tiny pinpricks of gesso peek through where the wounds are deepest, creating a fascinating marriage of image and physical structure; the canvas’ texture becomes a pointillist itch you can’t scratch.”
Here are some of her paintings from her solo show “One and the Many”:
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