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.
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.
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.
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″
I have two works, As Above and So Below on view.
Preview the exhibition here:
August 19, I am hosting an open studio event under the auspices of Maiden LA.
Stop by either and say hi. I’ll be glad you did.
Didn’t have time to take more photos, it was a busy and bouyant evening. Big thanks to stARTup art fair, The Kinney, and Venice Art Crawl for making this evening possible.