The language of soul is poetic, subtle and wild - music might carry the
truth of it to you on the wind. In our encounter with the work we are disarmed of our
rationality; the language of the intellect alone is ultimately too small, cannot
contain it, for we are at the mercy of nature and her unbroken blessing.
Janet invites us across the threshold of a secret.
A place not usually visible
except through some heart-sensed power and longing, a place mysterious and
ever-changing, an unknown country, yet felt and somehow remembered. She does not
deal in certainties, indeed she exposes the turmoil of the inner life and the struggle
involved in holding the centre, the challenge to be real - something she undertakes
with breathtaking skill. But a rich fertility is inherent in the landscapes born
of this struggle which invites us to be moved, to be touched by wonder and meaning.
We can sense the deep kinship of Janet's sensibility with the landscape of Ireland,
the ground on which we stand, in all its nuances of pattern and change - and this is
evidenced over and over again in the work.
The artist herself is a strong
and visible guiding presence within the paintings,
the fine line, exposing and holding both the pain and the rapture, with abiding
grace and fierce beauty. Tenderness is expressed in colour and texture along with
the interplay of elemental things - a flash of light, a sea foaming with life,
a drumbeat from the deep earth - inviting us to participate in our own dance with
greater depth and presence.
We are offered a meeting place between inner and outer, between the natural world
and our personal suffering, that is suffused with the possibility and hope of
what we may be.
Jacquie Burgess 2002 ©
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