I’m taking a break from my usual creative meanderings. Got inspired by a conversation with a mentor of mine. The original idea was to have a written conversation between my self as a child and my self as the parent I wish to have had.
The child would write to the parent using the less dominant hand and the parent would obviously respond writing with the dominant hand.
And in true Terri fashion, I grabbed the idea and made it visual. Maybe this changes the original intent of the exercise, I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m having a great time getting out of my way, not requiring artistic excellence, and processing the world both inside and outside of me.
The fun part is when my right hand wants to come in and make a correction. I have to tell it to trust that the child is doing it right, saying it right. By right, I mean authentically.
Below is what I have done to date. I’m sure there will be more since I am enjoying the process and work immensely. Not to mention that I really like being in the back yard under the tent. It’s as if I have an actual studio space.
The paintings featured here are all acrylic on paper, 18 x 24″
Community Standards, 2018 Acrylic on Paper. SOLD – Private Collection
Dope A Meme, 2018 Acrylic on paper
A Flowers By Any Other Name, 2018 Acrylic on paper
You Never Really Get Over It, 2018 Acrylic on paper
My brother and sister-in-law lost their home over night in the devastating Redding fires. They lost everything. Fire is not kind.
I’m hosting a gofundme campaign to help acquire some essentials as they wait for the fires to subside and the insurance companies to do their duty. Meanwhile, they need the little stuff, plates, utensils, underwear, socks, shoes, hair brushes, etc.
If you can, please help. If you can, please share.
I’ve been working on expanding the Mudras works to include what I call portraits. These are images of other people’s hands and then my zen interpretation of that person.
Our way of communicating isn’t limited to words on a blank screen, let alone the noise that comes from our mouths. I’d argue much more of a story is told in how we use our hands and our bodies to convey our selves.
This concept developed as my dad was dying. I took photos of him to capture his transition from this world to where ever it is we go, consciousness goes after so many years of life.
I started the series using the hands of a dear friend, Miguel, who also is afflicted with Parkinson’s. I asked for some images of his hands, shaking and all. What he sent in response was a beautiful performance video of his hands in motion and experiencing the shaking so typical of his condition. From there, I pulled several stills from the video and went to work.The title of the work reflects our friendship and humor.
After Miguel’s portrait, I felt confident enough to sit down and work on the piece I created as a requiem for my dad. This work required the cooperation of my siblings and nephew. In fact, the work is representative of the family lineage.
In order to start a portrait, I ask the proposed subject a few things about shapes, preferred colors, and so on. What makes this portraiture work is my intimacy with the subject, who is either family or friend.
It is my desire to move this group of imagery beyond my circle of influence and into new territory with people I don’t know, by taking commissions.