jennifer morgan paints emotion and energy onto the canvas to create what might appear to be just a moose paired with cherry blossoms or a great ape but is really a very personal portrait. we imagine it’s that gentle, almost maternal cradle of the paintbrush that moves through the eyes of her subjects and wraps itself around the viewer of each of her paintings.  jennifer morgan, who has been a full-time artist for over nine years, frequently works with designers, galleries, corporations and various other art collectors/enthusiasts and is also open to working on a commission-basis.  she is represented by galleries nationally and also sells work internationally.  she graduated from the university of north texas where she studied art history, marketing and painting. she implemented her first solo show in may of 2001 at the quadrangle in dallas, and is currently following her passion of creating art full-time.

"we’re all pink" is a nature-driven series of works on canvas that entice viewers to explore the layers upon layers of color, texture, and imagery.  the images are brave and bold, even more empowered by their naturalistic approach to the unification of the animal kingdom and humankind. the series was inspired by an excerpt from ‘the outermost house’ by henry beston.  connectedness is what resonates through this body of work, and the subjects alike.

henry beston wrote:  we need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. we patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. therein we err, and greatly err. for the animal shall not be measured by man. in a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. they are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.