Raith Jennings ’26

My recent work is an exercise in learning to believe in intuitive practice. The drawings derive from memories of shadows, the sun and other stars, as well as tarot interpretation. There are patterns of connection that emerge and dissolve between degrees of trust.

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so I descended into her arms and she spake: you will weep late into the night, longing for permissive release; you will grow with regret, believing that it is mine, etched into every crevice you wished to have been still; you will learn to resent and then to coerce, to know of my mistakes; you will rehearse my path, half his, when the words left my mouth; she recited: and you fell further down as I sang of sunshine you heard nothing; nothing that lingered after the rising sun – I know the bridge that holds you, permits you to sink; so I sank beyond her grasp, and the bird cried out: in the depths of the morning, see within me navigation; my shadow casts upon your body as withdrawal from the waves; you are no longer welcome; it flew distant and now alone with bitter grief. by Raith Jennings ’26

$750.00
graphite on stretched paper, 8″ x 13″, 2025
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they say blood boils to practice immolation; at the threshold into constellation after manual separation; I mean the street that divides ground and the sky, so that looking up is for me and down for you; at the corner, we traded roles and you taught me breathing exercises. by Raith Jennings ’26

$750.00
graphite on paper, 8″x14″, 2025
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