BIO

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She began work on a massive nest, which she built out back of her home for the purpose of a performance within its center. This ‘rebirth’ of sorts was the turning point for this mother of five and she once again began working out of her renovated garage studio. Her recent exhibition entitled “The Room Upstairs,” at Cspace Gallery, was so well received, it was extended by an additional two weeks and garnered the interest of local writer Eric Volmers. Please see Media for a glimpse of this feature editonal. Jennifer is currently preparing a new body of work exploring sensuality and the female figure using a combination of human canvas, oil paint and digitally-altered photography. The  images speak of vulnerability, strength and fragility; visceral, erotic splashes of color, jarring graffiti and pulsating  intrigue are in striking contrast with the soothing fluidity of the female form. Please feel free to join our mailing list for further details concerning this up and coming event.

Art cannot be precious if we are to discover what is new; an artist must be willing to desecrate anything and everything for the sake of one true idea.
— Jennifer Peters

 Jennifer Jean Peters is a true artist. She is obsessive, dedicated, passionate and gifted with a rare transparency within  her work. She is not afraid to get dirty, to be “ugly” or to express those raw emotions we fear or suppress. It is  through these honest, at times disturbing explorations that she sheds light on “closet” issues such as domestic  violence, abuse and the marginalized. Her first exhibition at the Little Gallery back in the fall of 2001 entailed an exploration of the stigma surrounding the pervasive effects of trauma,  consisting of a series of fridge doors plastered with graphic poetry and Polaroid images documenting injuries painted  onto the artist’s body. There was also a beautifully painted series of portraits on a large-scale rug, depicting raw  expressions of grief cast onto the floor of the gallery with an invitation to those viewers in attendance to simply  tread all over it, as we, as a collective society, tend to do with these “ugly” emotions.

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Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly? I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.
— Frida Kahlo
My car - 2007 - Eight months pregnant with my eldest daughter - A truck pulled out behind oncoming traffic on a two-lane highway near Rosebud, AB. The driver claimed he could not see because the sun was in his eyes.

My car - 2007 - Eight months pregnant with my eldest daughter - A truck pulled out behind oncoming traffic on a two-lane highway near Rosebud, AB. The driver claimed he could not see because the sun was in his eyes.

Eat it.

Eat it.