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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.

Autumn Has Arrived

 Archival inks, Canson Aquarelle Rag paper 8″x10″

 

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.

“Air Conditioning and a Cold Drink When it is 94 in the Sun”

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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………………………………

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.