Living in the northeast US, I get to truly love autumn! I love the smells, the colors, the cool temperatures and the winds that blow over the hill we live on. I especially the love the sounds of leaves crunching under foot. This piece is based on that sound.
Regarding the black circles, my synesthesia inspired art is always a dance between my mental visual images of sound, and my interior self-talk emotional, or cognitive understanding of what I am experiencing. Perhaps it is because I am a Gemini that I hold these two tensions, or maybe all syns do this. When I make art, I don’t worry that it is a “photo” of exactly what I “see”/hear, but it is usually some variation of the remembered pattern of what that sound looks like. I just take the trip, create and not worry about the outcome. As I reflect, I suspect the black circles reference the cyclical seasons, the oncoming apparent death of flowering plants and trees, and the unknowable “Mystery” of death.
Archival inks, Canson Aquarelle Rag paper 8″x10″
Silk on silk with linen and metallic floss and cotton and metallic thread 24″x30″
I thought I was drawing olives until I realized this is what I sort of look like after surgery. At the time, 1992, I was only given a 5% chance to be alive in a year. Guess Doctors don’t know everything.
Silk on silk with metallic, linen and cotton floss and metallic and cotton thread. 30″x30″
The great composer and musician and all round creative Pauline Oliveros taught me more than words can express. When I “came out” as an Artist in 2014, she not only always “liked” my work as I was tentatively beginning to show it on Facebook, but copied most of it to her FB page to share with others. Her “Deep Listening” process gave me a way to focus on the sounds that so importantly influence my art making. I was so very lucky to have had this woman as friend.
This piece was created after spending an hour out of doors when the world was noisy with some birds still calling at dusk- the wood thrush was strident, and the insects, traffic, airplanes, neighbors kids talking and laughing, the chatter of walkers on my street, and the wind in the trees added to the general shape of the sounds I noted as inspiration. This is pulled through my image of Pauline’s magical and ever present, accordion.
In the spring of 2016, I was invited by Matthew Gosser, (curator and teacher at NJIT’s College of Architecture and Design, involved with the historic preservation of many of Newark’s landmark buildings,) to create art based on my personal experience with the Queen of Angels, a historic church on Belmont Avenue, now Irving Turner Blvd.
“I was Hungry and You Gave Me Food” Mixed media photos Finished size: 17×20 inches
“I was Hungry and You Gave Me Food” is my response to the loss of this community landmark: Queen of Angles RC Church 1861-2014. My piece was created from my photo of the residual from drug use left in a back room in the old school at the back of the Queen of Angels Church. All the colored window glass came from the same school floor.
Because I have grown up in a liturgical church, (Episcopal) I know how important the Mass and the spiritual food given in the form of the Host is to the believing community. I also have experienced personal nurture from my church community when my first husband died young, and when I had only a 5% chance to recover from a particularly aggressive cancer. Thus I have had an intimate relationship with Matthew 25:35
I was hungry and you gave me food I was thirsty and you gave me drink I was sick and you visited me I was in prison and you came to me.
The need for a way to get through life’s pain and brokenness has always existed. The church is one of the community structures to provide help. With the loss of this institution of community care, the building apparently became available for use by those still in need of being fed, the homeless and the drug users.