Category Archives: Musing Is Free

Musing is free blogposts archive. Reflections on what has my attention in the moment…


It felt so good to yell about the injustice-

I didn’t think for a moment about you sitting beside me feeling like it was directed at you until you rose rapidly from your comfortable pose.

I had relinquished control of the angry mare and she was crashing around the paddock.

One hoof jammed into the water trough.
The fresh, sullied by the muck festering behind the shoe.
An avalanche of anatomy thrashing to the sawdust and powdered earth.

Too late, she struck her cheek on the gate.
Wild eyes calmed by blood and bone,
Marrow loosed into muscle.

Nauseous Realization…
That trusted soul was come to clear the spent flesh and dung.

Leg lame, she struggles to stand.

Walking? Where? And why.

The furrier is gone.

Shuffleton’s Barbershop, “A Way Back Home”

Still from the Set
Still from the Set

A Way Back Home – About the Movie | Hallmark Movie Channel

Filmed under the working title “Shuffleton’s Barbershop” after the Norman Rockwell painting that inspired it… I had a great time on this project, and hope you all enjoy watching the story unfold. If you have been around the independent film scene or professional theatre in NC, you will certainly recognize some of the names, faces, and locales in this family friendly slice of the American storybook that has become part of the Hallmark tradition.

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Knot Portraits; Friction at Work

Featured Artist Showing, June 7-29, 2013The Artist
Knot Portraits; Friction at Work is a new collection of works connected to one another by rope, cord, line, sinew, and cable. There is no way of knowing when or in how many places the idea of holding or joining things with rope first occurred in the development of human technology, but it is certain that knots and the materials they may be tied in are essential to life as we know it and that they harness friction to do their work.

Jennifer is a Delurk member artist, scenic designer, lighting designer, and art director; Texas native, and Winston-Salem devotee has spent her life pursuing performance related design while constantly and compulsively producing intimate scale drawings and large paintings in the spaces of time between film assignments and theater productions.

New Year, New Format

jennimusing is now on Tumblr

available at Delurk Gallery though January 2013
Rock Drawing #J-0619

Why? I’m combining Musing is Free and Art About Town into a single feed and establishing an easier way to update folks on my visual artwork specifically. Over the years, I’ve started several blogs and need to bring my various feeds into focus.

Delurk Gallery is now a full-time preoccupation that necessitates this change, so Musing is Free and Art About Town will become a single personal point of view blog (musing is free) covering all sorts of creative expression and the new Tumblr feed will be dedicated to studio art, specifically my own.

I’ll be interlinking these blogs with each other and with other relevant websites and blogs so please continue to check in to see what’s happening and please, don’t hesitate to comment!

National Delurking week is January 14-21 so chime in!

Strings detached

Spring brought a rich uninterrupted carpet of garden thyme to my doorstep, but what caused the vaguely rectangular hole? Well, I know, but I’d rather muse about some mysterious occurrence an unexplained core sampling of the herb bed by unseen mischievous “doers.”
I pondered this off and on over the summer and now it’s October. All that pondering is beginning to produce results.
Here is the first.

Location:Muse Scenic Studio

“Coming Soon” is now showing at Delurk Gallery

Coming Soon – on display now through Sept 1st @ Delurk

This Month’s Installation is set to evolve all month with participating artists Dane Walters, Molly Grace Simpson, Jennifer O’Kelly, and Patrick O’Kelly stopping in at random to develop the environment.
The Exhibit is located @ 207W 6th Street and is open Tuesday-Saturday 11-6. 

A special screening and artist event is planned for Monday, August 27, 7-9pm.  Space will be limited so be sure to come early for conversation with the artists.

The Entire Install is titled: “Coming Soon” and foreshadows a larger more elaborate installation set for the month of February 2013.

Live performers to include the film troupe from the first cut and special guests.

Film Credits:
Conspiring Carnies Productions presents:
“Traveling Attraction”
Film Concept: Dane Walters
Production Design: Jennifer Wynn O’Kelly
Director of Photography: Jerry Cooper
Set Dressing: Jennifer O’Kelly, Dane Walters, Patrick O’Kelly
Gadget Development: Patrick O’Kelly
Improv Troupe: Molly Grace Simpson, Jennifer O’Kelly, Dane Walters, Keava O’Kelly

Fun had by: All

I’ll post my musings about this later this week. I’m still thinking about it… 🙂

To see more of what is happening check out:

May Daze

I woke this morning to an email informing me that the “call” I was on this afternoon was cancelled. That is theatre speak for, “You thought you had paid work today, but turns out you don’t.” This resulted in a number of overlapping responses; can I sleep in? What am I forgetting? What would I have been planning had I not been expecting to work this afternoon? Does this mean I could paint this afternoon?

Then, the next wave; Will I need to recoup the income? Will this effect my art budget? I really wanted to buy that strange sculpture this month at Gallery Hop and the 4 hours of work was going to put me 4.00 closer to buying it.

I know, you are thinking, “Art budget? You have an art budget?!”

To that I say, “Don’t you?”

Several years ago, we bought a house. Not long after, we went to breakfast. It was a special occurrence in those days of “just bought a house and we have uncertain income as freelancers”. It was at breakfast that we saw it. The first painting we would purchase as a couple. It was a big decision the sale price was equal to 15% of our monthly budget. Spread over the course of a year, however, it would be less than we were spending on coffee.

So, over breakfast, it was decided. Art should be in our budget. It has been ever since.

That painting, by Liz Simmons, hangs in our den. Liz is still painting, and still works at a restaurant, like so many artists.

Oh, and she recently bought the house we rented while I was in grad school at UNCSA.

To see her painting, you’ll need to read my next post.

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Location:Marshall St N,Winston-Salem,United States

mud, straw, sun

Adult friendships are built.
Adobe houses.  
Brick by brick, 
Organic, imperfect, 
We are servants of each brick. 
Scatter the seed and cut the straw.
Wait for rain to collect the clay at the outside bend of the creek
Form new bricks to repair the eroded corner
a neglected spot beneath a window.
What do I do now? 
When disease washes a life away like an out of season storm, 
I can’t even find the foundation, 
not even a mess of mud and straw.

My brain is silent. Coffee. 
The thought of it brings the smell.
Patrick is downstairs. I wonder if he’s looking for a sign.
A trail of code that might comfort.
I hear beans tumbling into the grinder.

I turn to look at the paintings in my studio 
and I can smell Sui’s Chinese pantry
The scent of hot, dry, wooden houses.
A particular Texas summer, 
Clear and bright. Blinding sun. 
Was it wool? I can’t remember.
Flip flops and jeans. 
The window unit rattles on.

The kettle whistle and coffee grinder 
signal the four minute mark
I wonder at the time.
December, just north of the snow line.
My shoulder is tense from the cold and damp of this day.
Patrick brings up coffee.
Silent looks at the painting over the drafting table
“Don’t Ask Me Stupid F@#&ing Questions” speaks from the wall.
He drifts back down the hall.

Again, the dryness of the summer sunroom fills my lungs.
I see him cooking in his yellow kitchen, 
Incandescent, glazed in sesame oil,
Dusted with five spice powder.
“What are you making?” I remember asking, 
Concerned for the future of the onions and potatoes in my bag.
“I don’t know, … weird Chinese food I think.”
In one hand, a smoking, hand rolled cigarette punctuates the gesture.
Other cigarettes burn like incense in ashtrays scattered about the house
He’s talking to me. Asking me questions. 
Wearing Sui’s sweater, but I don’t know that. 
She is not here in the dry heat, … 

I hadn’t known them together really. 
Just a dinner at a Chinese restaurant.
Some surprise that I could use chopsticks.
Her suspicion of me and Patrick together…
That was in the eyes. No language barrier there.
A drive to the airport. 

I’m back in the doorway to the kitchen.
Patrick’s on a volunteer trip.
Rebuilding palapas near an archeological site.
He said he’d call from San Antonio.

Days have passed. 

There is no message. 

That sweater barely covers his sides. 
Steam billows up from the wok.
The sweater is taught between the shoulders.
It was July. It was hot out and in. 
Sui was making her way. 
I marvel at the bags and boxes in the pantry.

No Phone Call.

Chinese writing and strange illustrations.
He has no Idea what this stuff is.
Sky rise apartments in Montreal, 
Government housing projects.
An architect on her way to a career in Hong Kong. 

Biding time, both of us. 

I hear our Border Collie on the stairs.
Outside the window it is snowing.
Moving slower than usual,
A syncopated, determined gate.
I turn to see her navigate the doorway.
My slippers are saddled over her shoulders.
Brimming with herd dog pride.
I realize my feet are still bare from my shower. 
The lining is warm. 

Patrick’s phone signals an email’s arrival.
It is Sui. I carry the phone into the hall. 
He is there. We read it together. It says, 

“Thank you.’