I have admired the work of artist Francine Turk for years after first discovering her beautiful charcoal nudes at Chicago’s Randolph Street Market and then watching her stretch and soar to new heights with her Next Level Bad Ass tribute to Miles Davis (she was hand-selected by the Davis family to create work).
So it was a thrill to not only spend time with beautiful works for purchase in Chicago the other day, but to embrace Francine and experience her work and world up close and personal. Even though the mood was quiet at the vault as collectors and designers snapped up works on paper, canvas, and leather left and right, fireworks exploded in technicolor within my own amygdala and inner sanctuary. So much passion and pain. So much longing, light, and rock and roll emerging!
I may not have even heard about the opening of the vault of her inventory were it not for Instagram (follow me...still a newbie I am!). Over the last couple of weeks, I have watched Turk lovingly and brilliantly utilize her IG feed to raise funds for the lives lost in the Las Vegas massacre by offering up powerful works she creates daily to honor the life of Tom Petty.
We’re not talking a handful of new paintings inspired by Petty; but rather, at least one inspired work for every soul lost in Vegas. (Your resident fairy peasant blogger here tried to snag one but works were typically claimed within 4 seconds…boo!) In lieu of accepting payment or placing a price on the paintings, she requested screenshots of donations made to the humanitarian cause, MusiCares.
Sooooo Genius and Bold. I don’t know about you, but witnessing such compassion from a fearless artist in pursuit of truth, brings buoyant hope to my heart.
It’s not only MusiCares that Turk supports; she also contributes to the efforts of the GRAMMY Foundation and the annual show benefiting the Silverlake Conxervatory of Music, founded by Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, curated by the Gagosian and Flea.
Let’s have a look at a sample of her genius.
Pieces by the hand of an artist breathe soul into a space like nothing else can.
— FRANCINE TURK
I’m dying to know what is next for Francine Turk, but it didn’t feel appropriate to distract the artist with questions as she focused on raising funds for charity. I hope that the future luminosity emerging from her hands will continue to pierce and reflect the mysteries of her depth and divine longing and be recycled into peace.
Peace to you right where you are.
p.s. Thank you, Jo, for snapping pics while I luxuriated in the work.