A Touch of Color

Well, today I'm wondering how many of you are wasted on the bi-cameral brain topic. Fortunately, I am not quite done with exploring the associations, the rights and lefts, the blacks and whites. But here comes a little variation: a touch of color. Just a bit of color, like a piece of chicken in a lettuce sandwich.

How's your chicken today? Well, Tanda's left brain, like yours, processes data in a serial manner I'm told. You can see where that leads him. His right hemisphere processes the world in parallel; notice the difference? At full size this drawing presents a true challenge to keep your feet. Wiggle, wiggle. Enough for today!

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Time to test another touch of color. Just for fun I decided to extract some residue from an empty ink jet cartridge. A few drops of Cyan ink were coaxed onto the drawing paper to begin the next ink therapy session. 

What, may I ask, is the imagination for? OK, so you compose your reality there; so do I. May your realities begin and end with big smiles. May your life be full of fun.

Tanda Impostors to P Q

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Seeking the unconscious can be mind numbing. Just when you think you've arrived, con men trickle out of the forest to pimp the impostors. Later you realize these interpretations are only ways to affirm that sanity exists ... somewhere.

If one expects reason to prevail during ink therapy doodling sessions ...  hahahahaha!

This doodle makes me think about the many good things that come out of nowhere. Of course those good things are hidden in symbols that my affectionate readers can only guess at. So please go ahead and interpret the rest of these ink therapy doodles for yourself. The best story wins a free print.

Patience is a Virtue when Courted

My third, self-administered ink therapy session started with great enthusiasms. Fantastic things were about to happen. Or, so I thought. 

It turned out that habitual thinking was locking me out of the drawing space I wanted to occupy for most of the night. I was poised above the paper, but the ink pen did not want to move of its own accord.

Blank-minded and anxious to start, I finally borrowed a pattern from one of Pam’s latest art quilts. Thereafter, I turned the beautiful abstract pueblos of the quilt into a winless kind of tic-tac-toe game. 

Sheesh! What to do? 

I called on the Cavalry. Soon my old, pen-headed friend Tanda appeared, but almost begrudgingly he stood at the edge of the page. We stared at each other for a long while. 

My representative of the subconscious mind was not ready for my prime time. Just before bed time, however, Tanda’s tan tien opened into a flower out of which a snake-like, pixie-eared muse came forward to show her/his face. Was this a message from my subconscious regarding mind games?

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Did you notice that the pixie-eared muse has one eye closed and the other eye only partly open? 

It seems the intended collaborators in this ink therapy session (the conscious and subconscious minds of Gerry Zeck) were not working in unison for much of the evening; we struggled with control issues for hours.

At the end of the session, this ink drawing seems to be telling me two things: 1. Sometimes enthusiasm can destroy equilibrium and, 2. Sometimes the subconscious knows better than the conscious mind. 

Next: Learning to listen.