Category Archives: Seasons

“We Stick Together Like Glue”

” 30″x30″ Silk on linen, cotton and metallic floss and thread.

This represents my wonder- filled- 40- plus- years with my beloved Mark,. If I have to be at home with almost no social interaction for months , I am blessed to be living with my very best friend, companion and lover. We have been most happily at home together on our second honeymoon. And we do stick together like glue.

Mark and Geri Garden: He Prunes and I Plant

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Silk on silk with metallic and hemp thread and floss & glass beads. 30”x30”

This piece was created specifically for the “New Domestics: East Coast/West Coast” exhibition at the J. Robert & Barbara A. Hillier College of Architecture and Design Gallery at NJIT in Newark, NJ,  October7- November 17, 2019.
For the forty years Mark and I have shared a life, we have always been gardeners. Over time our “roles” developed with our interests. Thus he is a master pruner and periodically I sort of just throw a variety of seeds into the ground, or pick and plant perennials. His work is always neat, precise and praise worthy, mine is, shall we say, interesting. A note about our past: when I met Mark he had 500, yes, 500 succulents or cacti in his apartment bedroom. As someone who was pursuing a degree in Land Use Planning, I found this was a hugely attractive hobby. And I still care for about 10 of these plants that have managed to make the 40 year journey with us.

 

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″