“Birdland – Maynard Ferguson” For the first horn player I ever had a crush on. Those high sweet tones set my 13-year-old heart on fire, and at 72 years of age still does!!!!!
Category Archives: Synesthesia
Talking to Friends at an Art Gallery
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.
“Air Conditioning and a Cold Drink When it is 94 in the Sun”
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………………………………
Kaliko by Zomby 2008
Silk, cotton and linen with cotton and metallic thread and floss 31″x21.5″
This song is a bubble-dub song, bumpy with colored percussion, and simple circular and angular patterns. Feels like the party detritus strewn in my brain the day after a very joyful lively gathering. Completed June 1, 2017
Human Encounters at Costco on a Sunday Afternoon
I 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.
12″x12″ linen canvas, silk and linen, cotton and metallic thread and floss
“Ambient Music and an Afternoon with Composer Seth Cluett”
