I’m visiting Little Free Libraries and leaving prints of my poem, Ghost Girls. There are two versions. Let me know if you find one, and where. Feel free to keep it or pass it on. xoxox #littlefreelibrary #byjenn #chushcoff #gigharbor #jennifer #Ghostgirls #poem #tacoma #preston

Good news to report: DECISION TIME made it into the Seattle Recycled Art Show in June! https://www.seattlerecycledarts.com Seattle Recycled Arts Festival #decisiontime #art #byjenn #chushcoff #jennifer #mixedmedia #tacoma #sculpture #preston #seattle

They are finally going up! My macro photos of water during the 2017 Great American Solar Eclipse will be on permanent display on the South Tacoma Water Pumphouse (S 62nd and S Clement St). If you look closely, you can see the shadow of the eclipsed sun in the water droplets. After all the panels are installed by Signarama, it will appear as if the building is full of splashing water, playfully contextualizing the space and giving a nod to our dependence on often overlooked ci

Welcome to the State of WA(nder) A stunning jellyfish at Joemma State Beach. A Lion’s Mane? Watch the video below for more. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjCXw9Pgj_k #KP #Water #Joemmastatebeach #byjenn #chushcoff #washington #lionsmane #video #stateofwander #jennifer #gif #KeyPeninsula #wa #preston #jellyfish

Spacetime What is this enchantment coming in waves, inhabiting the empty spaces, blue and green memories, sky and earth everlasting? And it all comes back in an old book with soft and tattered covers I disappear between and drift out. It conjures a faraway bookstore and all our adventures in-between continents crossed, love made and lost. You discovered yourself and a fluency, which haunts and hollows me. #byjenn #chushcoff #poetry #jennifer #love #poem #sp

Spacetime What is this enchantment coming in waves, inhabiting the empty spaces, blue and green memories, sky and earth everlasting? And it all comes back in an old book with soft and tattered covers I disappear between and drift out. It conjures a faraway bookstore and all our adventures in-between continents crossed, love made and lost. You discovered yourself and a fluency, which haunts and hollows me. #byjenn #chushcoff #poetry #jennifer #love #poem #sp

Amor Fati All creation is violence. A rift in the fabric. Split and spilled. Torn asunder. Our infinite collisions sparking life. The First Act, a parting. This from that. Light. Dark Land. Sea. You. Me. How long did it last, Eve’s life with Adam and his animals? Eve, made of ribs, numbers 3-5, which is why the heart aches and emptiness weighs so heavy there. Why don’t we remember, the fatal fruit was planted, tended, divine to eat? You spat out the seeds to sow t

Amor Fati All creation is violence. A rift in the fabric. Split and spilled. Torn asunder. Our infinite collisions sparking life. The First Act, a parting. This from that. Light. Dark Land. Sea. You. Me. How long did it last, Eve’s life with Adam and his animals? Eve, made of ribs, numbers 3-5, which is why the heart aches and emptiness weighs so heavy there. Why don’t we remember, the fatal fruit was planted, tended, divine to eat? You spat out the seeds to sow t

True North We are not only stars, love, but the very earth spinning beneath our feet. The young, sharp-edged, glacial peaks, the humble nursery of oak and mushroom, moss and lichen, where humans neglect to tread. It’s true, these atoms of ours navigate the light-pricked, indigo sky, strewn by gods and goddesses, triangulated by stories of ancient myth. Their heroes and monsters hold the course for Homer, Cook and all those in-between, as ships turn wheel and rudder, ar

True North We are not only stars, love, but the very earth spinning beneath our feet. The young, sharp-edged, glacial peaks, the humble nursery of oak and mushroom, moss and lichen, where humans neglect to tread. It’s true, these atoms of ours navigate the light-pricked, indigo sky, strewn by gods and goddesses, triangulated by stories of ancient myth. Their heroes and monsters hold the course for Homer, Cook and all those in-between, as ships turn wheel and rudder, ar

Some say the sea lies beyond, others, the sky. It is not for me to say. I only know, there’s something out there. The fog horn warns of it. Its luminal echo approaches, clasps every branch of the solemn garden. There are rumors a bridge lies just west, connecting soft-shouldered land, a graceful arc pinning down the liminal bodies of underwater worlds and salt-ripe air. Shall we step off and see? #narrowsbridge #sea #fog #Water #bridge #chushcoff #washingt

Some say the sea lies beyond, others, the sky. It is not for me to say. I only know, there’s something out there. The fog horn warns of it. Its luminal echo approaches, clasps every branch of the solemn garden. There are rumors a bridge lies just west, connecting soft-shouldered land, a graceful arc pinning down the liminal bodies of underwater worlds and salt-ripe air. Shall we step off and see? #narrowsbridge #sea #fog #Water #bridge #chushcoff #washingt

The Wishing Well The water tastes of iron, blood. The lost and looking bleed dreams, surround me in copper winks, glimmering wishes. The water feels heavy with hope, thick with silence. It’s difficult to swim but I carry on, as best I can. The water moves with the moon, even down here, in the dark. I offer her the orphaned dreams, carry them to the surface each night to spangle the sky. Someday, someone will wish for me. The water smells like wet rock wher

The Wishing Well The water tastes of iron, blood. The lost and looking bleed dreams, surround me in copper winks, glimmering wishes. The water feels heavy with hope, thick with silence. It’s difficult to swim but I carry on, as best I can. The water moves with the moon, even down here, in the dark. I offer her the orphaned dreams, carry them to the surface each night to spangle the sky. Someday, someone will wish for me. The water smells like wet rock wher

Put your ear to your arm, better yet, your wrist. You will hear the ocean inside roar, rush through, barely breaking to beat, your tide’s ocean echo, our rise and fall. Fast-fast-faster in love until it burns through your being and the sky inside erupts into stars. Put your head to my chest. It’s on repeat. You’re safe, you’re safe with me. My heart moves with you In you For you. #Water #photography #chushcoff #poetry #jennifer #love #poem #preston

Put your ear to your arm, better yet, your wrist. You will hear the ocean inside roar, rush through, barely breaking to beat, your tide’s ocean echo, our rise and fall. Fast-fast-faster in love until it burns through your being and the sky inside erupts into stars. Put your head to my chest. It’s on repeat. You’re safe, you’re safe with me. My heart moves with you In you For you. #Water #photography #chushcoff #poetry #jennifer #love #poem #preston

I just left WEATHER THE STORM at Morso Wine Bar in Gig Harbor. The show runs Oct 10- Nov 12. I won’t be able to attend the opening though. My sister is getting married that day! “We are excited to be hosting Peninsula Art League’s Fall Members Show at Morso from October 10 to November 12, 2017 . There will be a Meet the Artists’ Reception on Saturday October 14, 2017 from 2-5pm. The Peninsula Art League (PAL) describes themselves as “a group of painters, potters, sculptors

I just left WEATHER THE STORM at Morso Wine Bar in Gig Harbor. The show runs Oct 10- Nov 12. I won’t be able to attend the opening though. My sister is getting married that day! “We are excited to be hosting Peninsula Art League’s Fall Members Show at Morso from October 10 to November 12, 2017 . There will be a Meet the Artists’ Reception on Saturday October 14, 2017 from 2-5pm. The Peninsula Art League (PAL) describes themselves as “a group of painters, potters, sculptors

Who needs yoga when you’re a photographer? #art #photography #chushcoff #yoga #poetry #jennifer #preston

Who needs yoga when you’re a photographer? #art #photography #chushcoff #yoga #poetry #jennifer #preston