Referencing ancient manuscripts, Jenny’s ongoing examination of the scroll as a form started in formative years and was unintentionally rekindled in 2022 at the tail end of lockdown. These meditative works explore ephemerality, tone and the edges of impermanence. Process is equally important as product. Pigment is ground by hand and mixed with binder. These scrolls are comprised of poems committed to memory, text repeated into oblivion.

Stanley Kunitz’s live in the layers not in the litter crossed Jenny’s mind countless times as she repeatedly scribed a different poem from an entirely different poet. The artist is often surprised by what surfaces when she is fully present to the rhythm of a moment, surrendered in the pocket, in tune.

The ink on these ten foot tall scrolls is made from the ashes of a decade of the artist’s personal journals, embedding the work with material traces of memory, loss and transformation. What you see is grief made visible, a textual palimpsest and quite literal weaving of words upon words into oblivion. The artist questioned if committing a singular poem to memory could serve as a future anchor should she confront Alzheimer’s as her beloved Lola did.