Dan McCarthy, and media executive and writer who writes the drmstream website, recently wrote this beautiful poetic response to my work. I was particularly moved to see his very succinct summary of my work (probably worded better than I could write it myself 🙂
For the past year or so I’ve been folÂlowÂing the work of the artist AliÂson JarÂdine on TwitÂter.  It has been an excitÂing and surÂprisÂing experience.
DurÂing that time, AliÂson has been inteÂgratÂing a natÂuÂralÂisÂtic vision of the world with an emergÂing underÂstandÂing and masÂtery of the impact of digÂiÂtiÂzaÂtion on images and perÂcepÂtion.  The leitÂmoÂtif she’s seized on is the pixel — the root eleÂment for all digÂiÂtal images.  Rather than comÂproÂmise the entire image by manipÂuÂlatÂing the underÂlyÂing pixÂelizaÂtion, AliÂson has creÂated a series of works that raise one or a clusÂter of pixÂels to visual promiÂnence.  The effect is arrestÂing and conÂsisÂtently natural.
The exerÂcise would be no more than that, an interÂestÂing exerÂcise in techno-modern style, if the underÂlyÂing founÂdaÂtion of the work were not so strong.  The works play with juxÂtaÂpoÂsiÂtion withÂout being overly preÂcious, cute or meanÂingÂful.  There is beauty in capÂturÂing the blur that preÂcedes perÂcepÂtion, and Jardine’s recent work is squarely placed in that excitÂing moment of discovery.
Read the full article, and visit his website for more of his writings.
The seeing of not seeing from Alison Jardine
by DRM
What I see clearly I pass by.
What I see but do not see, I stand to witness.
My heart goes wanÂderÂing, pulls my soul from its slumÂber, pesters memÂoÂries to give up their hard, wary shell and stretch out in childÂlike glee.
All while I stand capÂtive to what I see but do not see.
Then it appears.
BroadÂway unfolds in a stream of ink diluted with tears. Night sheds its scaly skin and slinks down to the end of the island.  WinÂdows turn flat and blank. Rooflines lift up like sunÂflowÂers in a rainÂstorm. The air is mealy.  I see things that I don’t think anyÂone else can see. I see a woman holdÂing a spoon above a bowl of sugar, cursÂing an old man. I see a boy crouched in the dark corÂriÂdor, waitÂing for light to break through the kitchen winÂdow. I see two men layÂing still in bed.. I see me, me someÂwhere and everyÂwhere, holdÂing someÂone, lisÂtenÂing to whisÂpers, rushÂing into the room, bangÂing on black glass.
This is not a memÂory. It is then. It is now. I have slipped into a fold in time; the blur — greens, yelÂlows, blues, whites — openÂing in soft focus and enfoldÂing the grey angles of another place, of no time.
How can I tell you what a magÂiÂcal moment this is? Have you felt it?
If you do, you know. You know how in the instant that I recÂogÂnize what I am seeÂing, it vanÂishes.  The blur is a stand of trees. The tiny cityscape is a shadow cast by a stray cloud.
I feel empty.  Don’t you?
Then one day I encounter this paintÂing by Alison Jardine and catch my breath.
She has the gift of seeÂing what is there but not there.
For one moment, she lets me lose myself in the seeÂing of not seeing.
It is a moment to be thankÂful for.
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For the past year or so I’ve been folÂlowÂing the work of the artist AliÂson JarÂdine on TwitÂter.  It has been an excitÂing and surÂprisÂing experience.
DurÂing that time, AliÂson has been inteÂgratÂing a natÂuÂralÂisÂtic vision of the world with an emergÂing underÂstandÂing and masÂtery of the impact of digÂiÂtiÂzaÂtion on images and perÂcepÂtion.  The leitÂmoÂtif she’s seized on is the pixel — the root eleÂment for all digÂiÂtal images.  Rather than comÂproÂmise the entire image by manipÂuÂlatÂing the underÂlyÂing pixÂelizaÂtion, AliÂson has creÂated a series of works that raise one or a clusÂter of pixÂels to visual promiÂnence.  The effect is arrestÂing and conÂsisÂtently natural.
The exerÂcise would be no more than that, an interÂestÂing exerÂcise in techno-modern style, if the underÂlyÂing founÂdaÂtion of the work were not so strong.  The works play with juxÂtaÂpoÂsiÂtion withÂout being overly preÂcious, cute or meanÂingÂful.  There is beauty in capÂturÂing the blur that preÂcedes perÂcepÂtion, and Jardine’s recent work is squarely placed in that excitÂing moment of discovery.
You can see her PixÂelÂNaÂtion series here on her web site.
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Critical Mass reminds me of a coincidental idea for a painting I have that shows a lush area grove and a sunny day. However, just in the middle of the grove is a miniature metropolis, the kind you’d see from 1000 feet or on google maps. From there, it just looks like a stain on the earth.
Even though nature is taking up most of the space in your composition, the square piece seems to dominate for attention. It brings me back to a new way of urban living, one that blends with and supports nature. Thanks for sharing.