The replete surfaces of these oil paintings, executed in deep gem-like glazes, pulse with a contained melancholy, a promise of something lost and found.

A couple, perhaps your parents, standing in mid-stroll on the curving country track of a long-ago summer snapshot, are immutable, transfixed in high-contrast violet and aqua oils, the moment sealed off by the materiality of the paint as much as by time.

Dark houses are irradiated in red skies and violet frost, exuding the menace of a witch’s house in a fairytale or the nostalgia of a faraway homestead framed in the mind’s eye.

Jones’ technique is incredibly…

The replete surfaces of these oil paintings, executed in deep gem-like glazes, pulse with a contained melancholy, a promise of something lost and found.

A couple, perhaps your parents, standing in mid-stroll on the curving country track of a long-ago summer snapshot, are immutable, transfixed in high-contrast violet and aqua oils, the moment sealed off by the materiality of the paint as much as by time.

Dark houses are irradiated in red skies and violet frost, exuding the menace of a witch’s house in a fairytale or the nostalgia of a faraway homestead framed in the mind’s eye.

Jones’ technique is incredibly allusive in process as much as in product: he transforms his own pictures or found family snapshots into paintings with vibrant hues onto board in a complex layering system that causes the rich glazes to yield stealthy atmospheric effects.