8.5″x11″ Archival inks on Canson Museum Rag paper
For the one who thinks he is King. I just had to get out my disdain for one whose name I will not say out loud. When I draw, it makes me feel like I’m letting off steam.
Drawn after spending an afternoon with interesting women friends. Each is a different flavor of deliciousness. Part of my synesthesia is to “taste” the essence of things and people I find beautiful-not like vanilla -more like eating sculpture – still very satisfying!
8.5″x 11″ Hahnemuhle Fine Photo Rag Paper, archival inks
The 4th of July is nearly here, and I was thinking about flags and what mine might look like. As a 71-year-old person, perhaps I spend more time than I used to, reflecting on what I believe is important.
What I know is that I take delight in knowing so many different flavors, textures and colors of the humans that are woven into my life. Many of my online art entries are responded to by you who live not only all over America, but also in Italy, France, Germany, Norway, England, Australia and Japan. Many of you I know as musicians, composers and artists, whose work resonates with me, and in whom I take pleasure, even though we have never met in person. Quite a few of you I have known for less than five years, and many are under the age of 30. Some I have known since my childhood in Vineland, NJ, my past employment, college experiences or some are family members or friends of family members whom I have found to be especially shiny.
I feel exceptionally blessed!!! This is what I was thinking when creating this “Flag”. It isn’t my most awesome drawing as a piece of art, but it is certainly one I delighted in creating as I thought about the beauty of you all, and your unique unrepeatable gifts to my personal history. Thanks for being!
Because I “see” temperature and I don’t like the oppressive layers of moist summer heat, I feel squashed.
Inspired by Listening to Miles Davis’ “Concierto de Aranjuez”. This reads left to right with the clicky sounds of castanets on the left, and a general gestalt of the song on the right.
Created from the sound of the movements of the robots my classmates constructed.
Living Out Loud: The Art of Geri Hahn 