Jen Eve

Instagram: @jen_eve

Day 17

Drawing of girl with hands in pockets turning back to artist.

Gal Pal #2

Day 16

Drifting Away

Day 15

Just a bit of galaxy

Day 14

Words of poem and drawing of dancers combined

Disjointed Listless Steps

Day 13

Laura said she'd put her camera on
But I'm still here, alone in a sea of people
Staring at her name
But not seeing her face
Just white words on a black background
I know she can see me
They can all see me
But I can hardly see myself anymore.

Ode to a Zoom meeting

Day 12

Sketch of a woman with her hands above her head

Gal Pal

Day 11

A drawing of David Coulthard driving the RB 4 Red Bull Formula 1 car.

RB 4

Day 10

Scrawl sketch of flowers in a milk bottle

Flowerz

Day 9

Four-layer stencil of Paul McCartney. As you do... Done with paint, all in greys and black and white.
Scanned copy.

Layers of Paul

Day 8

Someone was slamming doors last night
While I was trying to sleep
It shook my bed, the windows, the walls,
I couldn't tell if they were above, or beneath
If they were angry
Or violent
Or cruel
Or just had a series of doors that weren't working anymore
But they just kept slamming 
from before midnight
Until well after 1am
And the cat who lives above me
Scampered miles across the floor
After every slamming door

Endless slamming doors

Day 7

Drawing of a girl looking out a window and smoking a cigarette

Wall Babe

Day 6

Someone called me 'moxie' once 
I don't remember who
But I'm sure they had nice eyes
Or maybe they didn't 
Sometimes it's hard to remember these people
And their features
They swim together like fish
And I picture an ocean
Of features and fish
Swimming forever out there somewhere
People I knew once
Who called me one thing or another
Passing each other
Eyes meet lips meet collarbones
An ocean I will never dip my toes into
For there are always new places to swim

Moxie

Day 5

Poem written by Jen, with black and grey paint on edges.

Prague

Day 4

$Black and white fractured patterns with blurring and harsh edges$

Fractured

Day 3

My Art Isn't Visual

Day 2

Are you mine?
Or are you just
making promises
in the summertime
that you have 
no intention
of keeping in the winter?
When the snow falls
will we be
cozied up by the fire
or will you be
long gone.

Are you mine?
Or are you just
collecting girls
like fireflies
that you keep
in a jar
as if all this is normal
so we don't question
your motives
because we've been told
never to question
men.

Are you mine? 
Or is that just 
too much
to ask of you
too much
to expect
because when I asked you to stay
you laughed
and shook your head
as if I were just
a silly girl
silly girl

Are you mine?
Or am I just
the only one
who wonders
about what
we're doing?
So much it keeps me up at night.
So I wake up
tired and irritable
and wondering
yet again -
Are you mine?

Are you mine?

Day 1

There's an empty glass bowl in my living room
I think of things I could fill it with
Gemstones, Flowers, A goldfish
I would call the fish
Carmichael Anthony Thibault
And pretend it was a cat

I want to sink into a world
That's far from my own
Wear glitter; silver, gold
Feather boas from times of old
And fishnet gloves
I always dress a bit more punk around you

You sit with your back to the window 
Like you've never seen the sun
We've been planning this for months
And I don't want to talk anymore
I just want to see the day end
And the next one rush in

You gave me a key 
Where your heart should be
Letting me in like a latchkey kid;
When I arrived there was no one home
So I left too
I had no business being there anyway

Jen Eve

Day 17

Gal Pal #2

Day 16

Drifting Away

Day 15

Just a bit of galaxy

Day 14

Disjointed Listless Steps

Day 13

Ode to a Zoom meeting

Day 12

Gal Pal

Day 11

RB 4

Day 10

Flowerz

Day 9

Layers of Paul

Day 8

Endless slamming doors

Day 7

Wall Babe

Day 6

Moxie

Day 5

Prague

Day 4

Fractured

Day 3

My Art Isn't Visual

Day 2

Are you mine?

Day 1

Latchkey Love