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I was born in Haiti, where imagination often the only form of freedom i had. The rhythm of the island- the colors, the silence, the struggle- shaped how i saw the world long before i ever touched a brush. As a child, I would draw on anything i could find, trying to make sense of emotions i couldn’t yet name. when I moved to Nw York, i carried those early fragments of expression with me- pieces of memory that later became the foundation of my art.






The audience is an autobiographical myth about exposure- the eternal negotiation between visibility and the sacred right to privacy. each painting acts as a psychological mirror: from the trembling moment of self-revelation to the meditative silence that follows public scrutiny.
Through layers of color, grid, and abstraction, Jennifer Verdieu paints the anatomy of perception itself - how the artist, once the observer, becomes the observed, and how the act of being witnessed becomes both a burden and the proof of existence.
This is not just about being seen.
it is about learning to remain oneself while the world is watching.

A woman, bold and windblown, rides a horse in nothing but white undergarments. Her figure is unbothered by the exposure; she owns her space with grace and ease. set against a rich cobalt sky, the piece carries both sensuality and freedom. " riding the sky" celebrates feminine strength, soft rebellion, and the raw confidence of simply being.
acrylic on watercolour paper
29x41in




Disassembled memory: A fragmented yet energetic piece, the upside-down figure seems caught between grids of order and chaos , like a memory under reconstruction

Golden witness : The standing figure is calm and direct, observing and being observed. the yellow suggest light, presence and strength

in bloom, she vanished: The soft silhouette fading into pink mist and delicate ground evokes a moment of feminine transcendence, a body merging with nature and emotion

in a sea of red, a heart beats silently- not with rhythm, but memory. beneath the surface, something ancient stirs- a wound, a love, a flame refusing to dim.
Acrylic on canvas
30x40

people mid-stride, unaware of each other, caught in a transient ballet- this piece breathes city rhythm and existential grace. " intersection of lives " is a meditation on modern solitude, the poetry of ordinary life, and the invisible threads that link strangers together.
Acrylic on paper
29x41in

an enveloping, aa lush abstract field of deep green- layered, quiet, and alive evoking deep nature and subconscious depth. this piece doesn’t depict a forest but feels like being inside one: the hush, the breath, the stillness of listening . it feels meditative, sacred, and untamed.
Acrylic on paper
38x50in





Jennifer Verdieu

Charcoal on paper
Does anyone remember this fable of Jean de la Fontaine? " la laitiere et le pot au lait?"
"the milkmaid and her pail"? Every time I think of government the first picture my Brain recalls is that fable. NowI understand why. not only is was written in that spirit, but also in todays reality I personally had to go to hell and back to create wealth. If it wasn't for the steps my mom had made in the past I would have lost it already.
Jenn's Art Studio
33w 19th street, New York 10011

online, union square and the MET
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