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Duane Kirby Jensen

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About Me

"The Beauty of Loss and Longing".. My paintings are about the Beauty of Loss and Longing. About revealing what lies within ones soul, heart, or mind. Even when my subjects are crying inside, they all possess a belief in a tomorrow where the sun will rise. ..~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am so Jazzed! Just out yesterday (November 20, 2007, an article written about my paintings by Michael Parker entitles: The Landscape of Flesh & Emotion: An Analysis of Duane Kirby Jensen’s Ink Paintings.It is the December 2007 issue of MIPOesias Magazine that can be found at the below link. Print copies of the magazine are available for purchased at Lulu.com www.mipoesias.com/ www.mipoesias.com/ You can find my article on pages 26-28 of the PDF Version or p.48-53 of the print version.The article reproduced five of my paintings, but makes reference to many others.I want to thank everyone who has been supportive of my work and everyone who has allowed me to paint them -- without you my work would only be a shadow of what it has become. -Duane ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My life is about passion. Painting. Poetry. Conversation. Dance. Cooking. My soul hungers to be on high peaks, Far above the tree line. Standing upon bare rugged rock, It is here that I am at peace & vibrantly alive. The quiet of the wind is magical. * * * * * I want people in my life: Whose interests run wild over uncharted territory. Who hunger to explore ideas. Whose mind stretches beyond the physical universe? People who know how to laugh, People who let their soul dance. ***Let Us Read Poetry That Sparks Passion, Desire, and Longing As An Artist.. I am the voyeur who captures people's inner moments, those quiet times when they do not believe that anyone is watching. I strip away the mask to see their inner soul. I want to touch each of the emotions, which reside there. To feel the turmoil, understand the agony, loose myself within the isolation, become excited as my flesh burns from desire, have my eyes filled with tears from the sensation of sheer joy, or fall to my knees under the weight of heart break. I look inside the true mind where sexuality is allowed to run wild, unchained by puritan morals and social repression. Then, I step back and see how it emerges through the filters of societal guilt. I relish lush color that can cohabit with the darkness within a subject. An intimate dance between bright light, and deep darkness, which creates a sense of perspective that, may tilt out of time and space. I think of my images as cinematic stills. With each brush stroke, I am creating one frame of a biographical film. Within my mind I create a whole back-story, about my subject that gives richness to their life that I try to evoke in my paintings. I want people to view the subjects, as if they were eaves dropping on a moment of inner dialogue. My primary tool is body language. I love the angles of people's bodies, the sharp lines of noses, necks, jaw line and the flow of hair as it cascades. It reveals everything about a character. As I paint, I think in terms of film. The core of the image I am painting is what the camera lens sees. I then tilt the lens to whatever angle will enhance the particular mood I am trying to capture. But there are other people on the set, each having a slightly different perspective. I use a variety of perspectives to create an exaggerated view of reality. This also serves to heighten visual tension. I like small brush-strokes. They feel intimate. I also paint very close to the canvas, which is equally intimate. I want the image to holdup if the viewer is an inch away or standing back 30 feet. I want people to feel as if they could actually touch the flesh and feel the exhale of breath of my subjects. .. You should create your own MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !

My Interests

Are My Paintings For Sale? Yes. Do I Do Commissions? Yes. If you are interested, please send me a message. I will be happy to send you the details.

The Artist Unbound: Blue Jazz. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Mixed Media: Charcoal & Ink on Paper

The Artist Unbound: Red Jazz: © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Mixed Media: Charcoal & Ink on Paper

The Artist Unbound: Ochre Jazz: © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Mixed Media: Charcoal & Ink on Paper

Even Within the Harshest Landscapes Cool Blue Moisture Offers Opportunities of Survival. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Looking Towards the Point of the Arches, Upon the Beach at Shi Shi, the Ocean has Slipped from Sight, Leaving Behind Its’ Ribs and the Dimming Memory of Wetness. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Long have the Sentinels Stood: They Watched Humanity Creep Out of the Ooze, and They Witnesses Us as We Became Dust Upon the Wind. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Pape

Even Within the Harshest Landscape, Life Fights to Taste the Wind, and the Bumble Bee Bee Searches Out Each New Bloom. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Within the Barren Land--A Sign Post of a Traveler in Search of an Acre of Green Land. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

When Rivers Run Dry, Bays Will Fade From Sight and the Fish, They Will Cease to Swim. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

When Rivers Cease to Flow, Throats Will Become Parched Then Turn to Dust. All That Remains will be the Land--the Endless Land. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Just This Side of Forever, the Old Trails Still Remain, the Last Scars Left By the Race of Man. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

There is a Hush Upon the Land. Its’ Silent Language, the Only Words Upon the Wind. The Days of Voices are Dusty Memories Mulched Beneath Earths Regenerative Flesh.. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Long After the Race of Men Have Fallen, the Wind Whispers Words of Encouragement to a Recovering Earth. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper

Through a Gentle Touch Love Flows. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper. (Private Collection)

Blue Room Meditations: Even After the Portuguese King and His Court Have Vacated the Chamber, She Dances, and Dances, and Dances to the Songs of the Deep Night. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: The Portuguese King, Pleased With Her Swirling Movements, Tosses Gold Upon That Palace Floor Which Chimes With the Good Fortune of Church Bells Welcoming Home Maritimer’s From a Long Overdue Voyage. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: She Steps Through Time and Dances for Portuguese Kings Who Dream of Exploring the Unmapped Oceans that Break Against Their Rugged Shores. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 15 x 20, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: Blood--Motion--Passion swirl Within the Cauldron of the Dreamer as She Seeks to Unlock the Secrets of Stepping Through Time. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: Through the Music of Movement She Discovers Her Hidden Self That Whispers Secrets That Will Guide Her Along the Path That Unfolds Before Her. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: Gravity Surrenders as Her Thoughts Drifted Towards Lightness © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

The Green Glass Room: As Darkness Falls She Begins to Wonder if His Words Were Simply That--Words. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

The Green Glass Room: She Inhales the Scent of Jasmine that Creeps Through the Open Window From Across the Room--It Calls to Her Wild Heart. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: With Each Inhale and Exhale of Her Lungs, She Escapes Through Time--Tasting the Air of Her Ancestors. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, Ink on Paper.

Blue Room Meditations: She Dreams of leaping Though the Air with the Lightness of a Gazelle--Across an Endless Plan of Waving Grass Bathed in Golden Sunshine. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15 Ink on Paper

Blue Room Meditations: The Tap-Tap-Tapping of Feather Lite feet Echo throughout the Room as Invisible Muses Invite Her to Join Them In Dance. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15 Ink on Paper

Blue Room Meditations: She Dreams of Merging with Air and Light as She Spins Within the Arms of The Wind. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15 Ink on Paper

Blue Room Meditations: As Her Body Stretches, Her Mind Dreams of Dancing With the Wind. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15, ink on paper.

The Green Glass Room: She Listens to His Receding Footsteps, as He Goes to Gather Their Wine From the Other Room--Even These Few Seconds Without Him, Feel as if She is Lost to Eternity--Alone. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15 Ink on Paper

The Green Glass Room: The Moment She Surrendered To Love. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 10 x 15 Ink on Paper

The Conversation: A three panel overview. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 22 1/2” x 63” or 7 1/2” x 189” Acrylic on canvas

When Windows Eavesdrops on the Conversations of Women, Buildings May Blush, Shimmy with Laughter, or Shed a Tear. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 7 1/2” x 62” Acrylic on canvas

Lies We Tell Others While We Try to Convince Ourselves That They Are True. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 24x48 Acrylic on Canvas.

Two Conversations About Love and Five Contemplations About Loss. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen 7 1/2” x 63” Acrylic on Linen

Eight Conversations About the Essence of Womanhood And The Peaceful Absence of Men. © 2008 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 7 1/2' x 63’ Acrylic on Linen

I'd like to meet:

Who do I want to meet? Good question. Definitely, I want to meet fellow artists, people who love art, and people who collect art. Purchasing is always greatly appreciated. Weavers of words: Poets. Writers. The Documenters of the soul. Spend some time looking through my friends. There are plenty of people who are doing exciting things in art and music. Together I hope we build a real community.

Music:

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Heavenly Glass Art!



Jessica, me and my mirror by Jessica, Jessica and Charlie, Me and Jessica, My painting of Jessica. Check out her work at Heavenly Glass Art.

Movies:

I am a DVD freek. I love to disapear into there world. Silent films, screwball comedies, Film Noir... and I'm not afraid of subtitles.My voting history at IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/mymovies/list?l=11600530Favorite Films By Decade: (1930s) It Happened One Night, Bringing Up Baby, Captain Blood, The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Thin Man, Stage Coach: (1940s) Double Indemnity, Casablanca, Beauty and the Beast, Cat People, The Philadelphia Story, The Maltese Falcon, Lifeboat, For Whom The Bell Toil, Red River: (1950s) The Third Man, In A Lonely Place, North By Northwest, A Face In The Crowd, The Bridge Over the River Kwai, Kanel, The Bad Seed, Stalag 17; (1960’s) The Great Escape, They Shoot Horses Don’t They, (1970s) The Sting, Apocalypse Now, Walkabout, The Godfather I & II, A Bog and His Dog, Star Wars; (1980s) Tequila Sunrise, Celia, Heathers, Once Upon A Time In America, My Favorite Year; Near Dark, Blade Runner, Into The Night, (1990s) Chungking Express, Gross Pointe Blank, Red Rock West, Pleasentville.

Television:

“Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.” - TV listing for the “Wizard of Oz” in the newspaper.

Books:

I've Read More Books Than You Could Imagine.

Heroes:

It is almost impossible to have a bad week if you surround yourself with art, music, words and interaction with good friends.

My Blog

Midnight Winds

Midnight Winds By Duane Kirby Jensen   It is true that I shy from harness. I tap dance away from golden bands and sacred ceremonies. It is true I find comfort upon high ridges, just me and my fr...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 11:33:00 PST

The Loons Cry

The Loon's Cry By Duane Kirby Jensen   The loon's forlorn cry still hangs over the darkened land. Howls of my brethren answer. They have traveled through decades seeking I, who fell from grace ...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 09:02:00 PST

Of Rivers

(Si recently had a blog encouraging five minute poems (The Five Minute Poem Game). He tossed out an opening line: Of Rivers. Below is my addition to his blog.) --------   Of Rivers By Duane...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:02:00 PST

November Cry (A poem from 1998)

November Cry By Duane Kirby Jensen   Blue waters of summer, now heavy with gray, clutch November's chill into each moist molecule             ...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Tue, 27 May 2008 07:42:00 PST

That Brooklyn Woman (A poem from 2008)

That Brooklyn Woman By Duane Kirby Jensen   Yes, animals die too. They die in the dark places. They curl up and simply die with a soft whimper.   But the feral cat, she, even on feeble legs...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Sun, 25 May 2008 09:00:00 PST

Dreams and Shipwrecks (A poem from 1999)

Dreams and Shipwrecks By Duane Kirby Jensen   For five years we have shared skin, tears, and laughter,                  w...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Fri, 23 May 2008 12:20:00 PST

Wild Reeds (A Poem From 1997)

Wild Reeds By Duane Kirby Jensen   Quiet lays softly over the misty reeds, those long thin arms hold safety for water fowl waiting waiting for flight.   Recent hatchlings, stumble over ...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:57:00 PST

Gator Bait (A poem from 1998)

Gator Bait By Duane Kirby Jenen   She cursed this age of safe sex, even as she felt him penetrate. She felt her skin chaffing, as he impressed himself safely encased in his extra-ribbed condom....
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:53:00 PST

How Four Years Ended (A poem from 1996)

How Four Years Ended By Duane Kirby Jensen   I could have loved you, if you had allowed me too. Instead you pushed me away, another test in a series of tests to see when I would turn on you. One...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:51:00 PST

The Twizel Stick (A Poem From 1995)

The Twizel Stick By Duane Kirby Jensen,   An opened palmed gift. A simple nothing. A root-beer-brown Captain Vic twizel stick. It looked down, gleefully from my visor. It held open a doorway to h...
Posted by Duane Kirby Jensen on Fri, 09 May 2008 12:45:00 PST