Category Archives: Print

Autumn Has Arrived-The Sound of Leaves Crunching Underfoot

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.

Autumn Has Arrived

 Archival inks, Canson Aquarelle Rag paper 8″x10″

 

Throb and Swagger – The Sounds of Newark #10

Newark Library Donation.JPG“Throb and Swagger- The Sounds of Newark” #10    10.5″x16.5″ Canson Arches Aquarelle Rag Paper, Enhanced Giclée Archival Print Edition 1/1        Printed for the Newark Public Library

This work is about the vitality, creativity and resilience of Newark New Jersey. My print captures the dynamic energy of the city.

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 spent a couple hours exploring what was a nearly completely demolished church, with most of my time seated and listening to the ambient sounds of the community. I took notes and made sketches from overheard conversations of passersby, and the ambient sounds from traffic, airplanes and nature. These sounds deeply influenced my emotional response and drawing, and was the basis for this work of art

 

Talking to Friends at an Art Gallery

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As Peter Gabriel said:  “I’m waiting for ignition, I’m looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark.

Besides experiencing the art displayed at an opening, I usually spend most of my time chatting with fellow artists.  I move between the emotional visual adventure that the art work takes me on, and the hugely satisfying emotional touch and connection within this tribe of old and new friends.

Human Encounters at Costco on a Sunday Afternoon

Human Encounters at Costco on a Sunday Afternoon.jpgI rarely visit at the many Shopping Malls in Northern New Jersey where I live.  The enormous density of humans I encounter, and the predictability of what is available for sale does not appeal to me.  I do however, as necessary, take advantage of the value of household and kitchen goods sold at the large box store, Costco.  This past weekend I visited the largest of these box stores in the region.  The drawing here poetically represents hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of humans I encountered. As a Synesthete, my senses are particularly sensitive and exhausted by an afternoon in this environment.

“My Chest Hurts – Bacterial Tracheitis”

As a synesthete, if I care to “look” at what I feel, I can draw it.  This is what a sore chest felt like.    It was all sort of squeezey pressure with points of pain like a very sore throat in the wrong place.  The fabric piece is sewn directly on a commercial 12″ square stretched linen canvas.  I am quite well now,  and all that remains, thankfully, is the artwork.

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12″x12″ linen canvas, silk and linen, cotton and metallic thread and floss 

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