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.
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″
8.5″x11 Canson Aquarelle Rag, archival inks
I meditate on my own future, these minutes, hours and hopefully years before death, and I try to see what I might yet create. “The future”, as we have often said in my family, “is open”. Unshaped and as yet, unimagined.
I just returned from an hour of sitting in the sun at our local lake beach, visiting with neighbors, enjoying the play of oh so many 6 to 10 year olds, and just getting toooooo hot. Came into my wonderfully air conditioned home, got a glass of cold water with ice cubes and started to draw and voila………………………………
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.
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……………………………………….