Category Archives: Seasons
“Seeds and Pods -Life Will Find A Way”
Reflecting on new life after this sad year. Gardening is one of my go-to happy-making activities.
“Sometime Things Just Fall Into Place”
8.5″x11″ Archival Inks on Canson Museum Rag paper
Some days really are easier than others.
“We Stick Together Like Glue”
“Life Will Find A Way”
“Life Will Find A Way” 16″x20″ Silk on linen, cotton and metallic floss and thread
“Life breaks free, it expands to new territories, and crashes through barriers painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh, well, there it is.. Life will find a way.” Jurassic Park
A Running Woman With Her Hair On Fire
Archival inks print on Canon Matt Photo Paper 8.5″x11″
I feel like “A Running Woman With Her Hair On Fire” And it feels GOOD! Thinking about aging and death inspires me to be creative every day!
Mark and Geri Garden: He Prunes and I Plant
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.
Come to my solo show December 1-31, 2018
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.
Archival inks, Canson Aquarelle Rag paper 8″x10″
I Don’t Know the Answer, I’m Not a Fortune Teller
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.