Tag Archives: Abstract

I Don’t Know the Answer, I’m Not a Fortune Teller

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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.

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Talking to Friends at an Art Gallery

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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.

Human Encounters at Costco on a Sunday Afternoon

Human Encounters at Costco on a Sunday Afternoon.jpgI 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.

Noche Oscura – The Languor in the Dark Night of the Soul

Remembering my friends Adam Lee and Jason Mejia

  “There you go, swimming deeper into Mystery.  Here I remain only seeing where you used to be…….Gone from Mystery into Mystery. Gone from daylight into night. Another step deeper into darkness, closer to the light.”  Bruce Cockburn

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Silk, Cotton, poly ribbon, metallic and cotton thread and floss 24″x36

“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.

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12″x12″ linen canvas, silk and linen, cotton and metallic thread and floss 

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