pink and white frosting
draped over cookie cracker
six amorphous shapes
pig, rhino, lion, elephant, bear
and a camel reminiscent of
a penis with legs
little pops of color
like twinkle lights
on the holiday tree
sweet, small bites of
savored year round
The morning gauntlet
a daily shoeless
by parental tyranny
she never got through it
at least one gastropod
with little bare feet
like the morning paper
As an Open Studio alternative to Black Friday, Pink Buddha and friends are hosting PINK SUNDAY, an afternoon filled with a wide variety of affordable artistic gift offerings and holiday fun.
Featuring the work and wares of:
Nina Ehlig (Tarnished Scorpio)
Light snacks and festive beverages will be available.
Digital art, collage, watercolor, works on paper, jewelry, assemblage, photography, and a whole bunch more!
Please note that this is an Open Studio in a residence that is home to cats and a large bird.
Email or message for address/rsvp.
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″