This wonderfully complex modern classic is the inspiration for this computer created drawing as I watch the snow fall and, as contrast, I hear the ice balls hit my studio window. Color and texture gestalt of my synesthetic response to the instrumentation of Schnittke ‘s beautiful Symphony #1.
Epson Legacy Platine rag paper, archival inks 8.5″x 11″
Do I made a decision based on the context, but clean and straight in front of me,
or is it colored by all that has gone before?
Epson Legacy Platine rag paper, archival inks 8.5″ x 11″
My reflection on 2016. This is a graphic interpretation of the ways I see time. The rectilinear lines and boxes represent days and months. As part of my synesthesia, this is how time looks. Each row is a month, the days are individual boxes. The circles are the broadly defined significant experiences I have had over the last year, and the ripples are what resonates from those experiences moving into the future. The future is behind these images in the center. I cannot as yet see how things will play out. It is in these colors as I was initially seeing this with my eyes open in a darkened room prior to its creation: a night time echo of my experiences in 2016.
1/3 5″ x 11″ Epson Legacy Fibre Paper, Archival Inks
We Are Transmitters
As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.
That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.
Sexless people transmit nothing.
And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.
Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.
Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn’t mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it’s only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
by David Herbert Lawrence
After hearing Nick play with his band Zinc Nine Psychedelic, including Dave Ballou and Kevin Norton.
This past week I noticed the sun wakes up later and the mid day heat glances gently across my skin. The sky colors move over the days from severe blue to cornflower and azure, from steel to royal or to denim. And I am so joy filled as I am changed by this light. Late August……………………………………….
Drawn after spending an afternoon with interesting women friends. Each is a different flavor of deliciousness. Part of my synesthesia is to “taste” the essence of things and people I find beautiful-not like vanilla -more like eating sculpture – still very satisfying!
8.5″x 11″ Hahnemuhle Fine Photo Rag Paper, archival inks
The 4th of July is nearly here, and I was thinking about flags and what mine might look like. As a 71-year-old person, perhaps I spend more time than I used to, reflecting on what I believe is important.
What I know is that I take delight in knowing so many different flavors, textures and colors of the humans that are woven into my life. Many of my online art entries are responded to by you who live not only all over America, but also in Italy, France, Germany, Norway, England, Australia and Japan. Many of you I know as musicians, composers and artists, whose work resonates with me, and in whom I take pleasure, even though we have never met in person. Quite a few of you I have known for less than five years, and many are under the age of 30. Some I have known since my childhood in Vineland, NJ, my past employment, college experiences or some are family members or friends of family members whom I have found to be especially shiny.
I feel exceptionally blessed!!! This is what I was thinking when creating this “Flag”. It isn’t my most awesome drawing as a piece of art, but it is certainly one I delighted in creating as I thought about the beauty of you all, and your unique unrepeatable gifts to my personal history. Thanks for being!
Sometimes the details of just living a life get a bit confused both intellectually and emotionally.
This is what most of my drawings start as- listening through fancy head phones, with my aural/visual response on a napkin which is my favorite drawing paper. I scan the napkin, clean up the image and colorize a multitude of color and texture choices in Photoshop, blow up the image to size I want to sew, print pattern and use as stencil to cut fabric for completed piece, hand embroider in place and VOILA- there it is
Living Out Loud: The Art of Geri Hahn 