• starting gate

    artist’s statement:
    starting gate is a compilation of recent works. some were painted in my mother Penny Kaplan’s studio in NYC, the excitement of the city translates to the
    romantic colors and movement of the imagery-fantasy plays a major role
    based on intuition and often divine intervention by my spirit guides Zeus
    Juno and Apollo, they are a force of good, they help me paint write play music
    on my little Yamaha piano on a daily basis-all they ever ask of me is to take
    care of myself which i find is a daunting task-some of the work is in private
    collections, my own collection, the collections of friends and family-some of the work may be seen at The Whiteroom Gallery, Bridgehampton NY March 16 – April 8 2018.

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  • soul survivors

    artist’s statement:
    some of the images repeat themselves as
    in the previous gallery starting gate,
    yet the thematic horse imagery looms large in my psyche.
    each drawing of the horse is different from the next disputing the television theme “a horse is a horse of course of course…”.
    there placed in a field and/or countryside
    one may be able to sense a mood or better
    still an emotion captured in the image at the time of its appearance on canvas, for i have been known to be an emotional person, given to that i have my moments and i believe the paintings reflect this.
    thank you to the viewer, i hope you may enjoy “all the pretty little horses…”.
    sincerely,
    jucasso

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  • Horses 2017

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  • ode to my mom

    you gave me life
    blossom in winter
    getting thinner
    lovely cuddly
    continual dawn of day
    in the sunset
    of her youth
    she speak her truth
    miraculous
    immaculate spoof
    the ever changing wind
    bring
    rain to wet the chute
    to the root
    the winter welcome
    her brilliance
    astute her pursuit is neat
    warm hands warm feet
    an olive branch extend
    the dove so much my friend
    attentive mild mend
    any hurt i wallow
    she fill my heart
    like a walk in the park
    shades of gray tint
    light to dark
    she means so much
    everything to me
    no need to search
    for my significant other
    tho lonely like a stone
    i have
    my beautiful
    significant mother
    she welcome
    without exception
    me back home
    so much self expression
    she is
    the quintessential conceptual
    artist
    in reflection
    mirror the images in her mind
    paint the rain as wine
    to master and to find
    design that bind
    a rite
    that write the rhyme
    grace the space
    perceive the weave
    conceive
    between the lines.

  • grounded

    grounded in reality from a life imbued in fantasy school of thought sad rhapsody the world revolves the casualty the heartfelt faculty slight of hand grips the gripe of melancholy your image in memory the woman of my century to sink or swim our chemistry a temperamental remedy-my elemental melody, ancient path to hear yr laughter lovely as a reverie.

  • decide the time

    —to The Lord

    decide the time to live in reason the rhyme may hide the inquisition can’t move but tears that swoon a moon glistens and i a lonely shell called home reduce to tears yr ancient thrown and curses of all time be past let go the hate an inner faith a second date a second glance a second chance-with dire debt receive the love you seek has left and right the world in spin and whirl there is a task that mask our youth the losing game of hurt and pain may curse the way you seem denied to live and love like any guy i promise you we’ll never stray and pray for you on holiday-please accept our lives at best the world is yours when with blessings won? please please our peace the need is great officiate before too late believe in us as we believe in you a theory of the golden rule and if by chance the cold may sting as bees to the honey the plays the thing so recess retire we care we tire we cry the tears you will not fear for it would be as it once was before the time was born beside still waters sons and daughters hear a prayer for you to care once more let there be a renaissance let there be life, come join us and bring your wife.
    amen.

  • too tired

    too tired along the rainbow bridge
    fell temples in the place of figs
    stir a word conjure joy
    miracle by end of day
    dispel the myth that serve to pray
    as ever was a realized man
    to bring us to the promise land
    in fire fury take my hand
    in wonderment for you little lamb
    pursue your guru drive a subaru
    coax a camel out of pocket
    professional curtesy symbolic
    don’t turn away i need your expertise
    examine the mind for a fee
    defy deny derive conclusions
    metabolic intrusions
    my kingdom for an answer
    to my prayers
    help me help myself
    this is my despair
    so help me God.

  • death a part of life

    death a part of life
    the final curtain
    a role well played
    that we should come to this
    forever and a day
    i look to you
    my light in shining powers
    awestruck the final hours
    a forest for the flowers
    tears wept for every living soul
    upon the soil of toil
    moon and stars the sun
    wrapped in silver foil
    wind call out to the sea
    ocean midnight blue
    from deepest depth the heart
    as ever true
    stream rivers sudden fish
    a golden hue
    red and yellow snapper
    snapper blues
    misbegotten ocean bottom floor
    i feel i know in letting go
    you love me more.

  • Upcoming Group Show

    Abstract Anarchy: Absolute Freedom of the Individual

    Opening Reception: Sat. May 6th 5-7pm! Live Music
    The White Room Gallery, 2415 Main Street, Bridgehampton, NY 11932
    Website: www.thewhiteroom.gallery
    Phone: (631) 237-1481

    painting

    Artist’s Statement:
    the seasons play an important role in the work. i best paint at night when the full moon is bright.
    colors dance from golden/old Holland acrylic speaking to the set designer in me-thus a throwback
    to years gone by as a stage actress in Chicago Illinois.
    i express feeling/
    temperament through the horizontal line. i wish to resemble a touch of realism with an
    abstraction form to convey tender
    renders of splendor.
    i am an open channel, trying as i might be channeling Matisse Monet
    Van Gogh Picasso to take my hand
    that i may create a piece of peace and love. i am devoted to the art of the draw

  • she lift the world

    swing string
    spin wheel
    before time
    flutter strands of golden wands
    golden in sunshine glow
    crystal butterfly glow harvest moon
    grow cypress a grecian wood
    spun young maiden head to toe
    knowledge in her
    eyes cast metallic blue
    beauty before you
    lady dally therefore in fields of
    rosy evergreen
    beautiful

    shadows pursue pastures sweet sway
    wind rain snow
    hers to know
    forever younger drift
    she lift the world
    waves in summer
    wistful winter wake white cap slumber

    hints of spring
    longshoreman in a storm
    attract her mirrored image robust lusty strong
    righting all the wrongs
    singing her sweet song
    night invite bright white light
    greet the dawn frolicking fawn
    and free her.