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2017 was an frustrating year creatively. Due to an injured hand, I was unable to hold a brush for most of the first have of the year. Then off and on for another three months.
Paintings kept dancing in my head demanding to be painted. By years end I was paintings again, trusting my hand. The momentum I built carried over to 2018.
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Please note: All paintings are sold unframed.
The artist retains reproduction rights on all paintings/sketches/images created purchased and purchased.
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All Paintings in this album © 2017 By Duane Kirby Jensen.


Age Fails to Dim the Wild Mind of the Artist, Who Continues to Seek the Red Meat of Truth.
Age Fails to Dim the Wild Mind of the Artist, Who Continues to Seek the Red Meat of Truth.
$125

Sixty Long Days They Journeyed to a City that They Thought Held Hope, Only to Taste the Bitterness of Disappointment
Sixty Long Days They Journeyed to a City that They Thought Held Hope, Only to Taste the Bitterness of Disappointment
$150

Dawning of a New Day
Dawning of a New Day


From Out of the Desert Spring Hope.
From Out of the Desert Spring Hope.


In Late Winter, Buds Slumber, Awaiting the Promise of Spring.
In Late Winter, Buds Slumber, Awaiting the Promise of Spring.
$250 (sold out)

Thistles Dance at Sunset, Eager to Taste Moonlight As Roots Nourish Themselves in the Land of the Dead.
Thistles Dance at Sunset, Eager to Taste Moonlight As Roots Nourish Themselves in the Land of the Dead.


In A Land Without Voices, Petals Slowly Emerge to Catch the Song of The Sun
In A Land Without Voices, Petals Slowly Emerge to Catch the Song of The Sun


An empty Road Leads to a Once Sacred Place Known as: “In Memory of the Forgotten Gods.”
An empty Road Leads to a Once Sacred Place Known as: “In Memory of the Forgotten Gods.”


See description for full title.
See description for full title.


The Moon Pays Respect at the Alter of the Forgotten Gods.
The Moon Pays Respect at the Alter of the Forgotten Gods.


Soon there will be Fruit, But Who Shall Eat It?
Soon there will be Fruit, But Who Shall Eat It?


The Path of the Black Road is Riddled with Monuments of the Fallen.
The Path of the Black Road is Riddled with Monuments of the Fallen.


The River of Tears and Bitter Betrayal Runs Without Regrets Through a Land of Temples to the Vanished.
The River of Tears and Bitter Betrayal Runs Without Regrets Through a Land of Temples to the Vanished.


Kohaku # 92
Kohaku # 92

Another Monument Built by Those Who Once Ruled. A Monument Asking for Renewal from Gods Forgotten to Time
Another Monument Built by Those Who Once Ruled. A Monument Asking for Renewal from Gods Forgotten to Time


The City Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow
The City Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow

The Dance of Wildflowers in a Land Without Time
The Dance of Wildflowers in a Land Without Time


Above the Land Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow
Above the Land Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow


The Disturbing Price of Emptiness. © 2017 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 6 x 8 ink on Claybord
The Disturbing Price of Emptiness. © 2017 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 6 x 8 ink on Claybord


The Last Witness to the End and the Beginning of the World
The Last Witness to the End and the Beginning of the World


When the Wind Talks to an Anxious Ocean
When the Wind Talks to an Anxious Ocean


Moonrise Over The City Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow
Moonrise Over The City Forever on the Edge of Tomorrow


Storm Warning Above An Empty Ocean
Storm Warning Above An Empty Ocean


Where Have All the Fish Gone?
Where Have All the Fish Gone?


Flowers for the Dead - Flowers for Tomorrow © 2017 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 5 x 7 ink on Yupo Medium
Flowers for the Dead - Flowers for Tomorrow © 2017 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 5 x 7 ink on Yupo Medium


Peering into Tomorrow
Peering into Tomorrow

A Land so Empty, not Even a Coyote Leaves a Track
A Land so Empty, not Even a Coyote Leaves a Track


The River Lands. 1,000 Years After the Name became Ironic.
The River Lands. 1,000 Years After the Name became Ironic.


Quiet Flows the River Past Monuments Built by the Forgotten
Quiet Flows the River Past Monuments Built by the Forgotten


The River Lands. 1,000 Years After the Name became Ironic.
The River Lands. 1,000 Years After the Name became Ironic.

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