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……………………………………….
At my age the hours and days roar past.
It is always trash night, it is always time to buy coffee, it is time again to rake the autumn leaves, my children are babies, no wait, they are getting married…………………………….
I AM riding the Bullet Train of Time. Why does it have to go so fast?
Because I “see” temperature and I don’t like the oppressive layers of moist summer heat, I feel squashed.
Living Out Loud: The Art of Geri Hahn 