D. Del Reverda-Jennings
I’ve never seen a goddess, not up close and in the flesh, but if I were to she might very well look something like the figures created by D. Del Reverda-Jennings. Towering above the viewer, gleaming in all their metallic glory, bewitching with their beauty, resplendently covered in cascades of curly hair, they are a force all their own, one not to be messed with. They’re complex too, those goddesses: their bodies feature not smooth flesh but intricately worked surfaces suggesting the scars and growths that come with millennial age, with their diverse histories and legends, and with the tribulations of those who worship them. Del Reverda-Jennings builds these deities out of whatever mix of techniques and materials they require—welded, spiraled or repoussé metal; glass, wood or paper; shells, mannequins and even spent bullet casings—because, well, you’ve got to do what the goddess demands. How extraordinary, then, to know that the one who makes them, their artist, walks among us like any other.

—Lori Waxman 2019-05-02 6:01 PM
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