Cetaceous Offering

Art, Left Hand Painting, Painting With My Left Hand

Years ago, I had a period in my life where I experienced dreams that were more than just simple dreams. This painting is about one of those dreams. In it, I am a whale in the Pacific Northwest. I’m not an Orca, I’m larger than that. Perhaps a grey or humpback. I know I am being hunted by a local tribe. We are not enemies. We are NOT enemies. Rather than fight them, I roll over and allow them to pierce my abdomen at my umbilicus with a very large wooden spear, giving my flesh to them.

As the spear pierces my whale belly I look down to see that I am no longer the whale but my current physical self with a wooden spear piercing my body front and back at my belly button. Everything turns to white and I wake up.

A friend took my dream to our local Paiute shaman who said that this was a message about my true nature.

Duck, Duck, Swan (Left Hand Painting)

Art, Left Hand Painting

Growing up I never felt pretty or thin enough. My parents never made me feel like I measured up. Around the age of 50, I received some old family photos from my uncle. One of which was my senior year of high school photo. I was surprised to see such a pretty girl. I wonder how I would have turned out if I saw myself differently then.

Instant Coffee, Left Hand Painting

Art, Painting With My Left Hand

It was a day or two after my dad died, I was staying in his home with my brother and sister-in-law. We were looking around for tea or coffee and true to my dad’s form there were the coffee crystals. The same coffee crystals he had been drinking since I could remember. My maternal grandfather drank the instant coffee too. As soon as I took a sip of the stuff, I was flooded with memories and a strange sort of comfort as the grieving process began.

Left Hand Pink Buddha Juggles Poo

Art, Painting With My Left Hand

I didn’t paint the background for this one. I cannibalized an old mono print.

Still having a great time with this left hand painting stuff. Is it art? I don’t know. I don’t  know that anything I create is actually art. Perhaps that is not for me to determine.

I’m much more interested in where this journey is taking me, and what, if anything I’ll have to say as a right hand answer to all this painting.

Text on painting:
I’m Pink Buddha from cosmic goo, I spend my days juggling human poo.

Not exactly eloquent, but that’s the Zen of PB.

More Left Hand Painting

Art, Painting With My Left Hand

Still having a great time with the left hand painting. Learning a lot about my creative self, my own expectations of perfectionism, and then the process of allowing the art (or is it?) to flow without right handed rescuing. Makes me wonder what sort of person I would have become had I had the parents I’m allowing my self to be with my left handed child.

More to come.

Belly Rub, 2018, Acrylic on paper 18 x 24 inches

 

Painting With My Left Hand

Art, Painting With My Left Hand

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

I Missed You My Whole Life, 2018 Acrylic on paper

My Friend Terri, 2018 Acrylic on paper

Vespers, 2018 Acrylic on paper

Warm Leveret, 2018 Acrylic on paper