Jerri Neddermeyer

Hands

I have a deep affection for hands. When I played oboe, the way that instrument fit in my hands and the way my fingers curled and fit and tickled and danced felt like a deep conversation with the music pouring out. When I conducted, I used my hands to shape sound in the air betweenContinue reading “Hands”

“Everything looks cooler with light through smoke” – my friend Greg

Two weeks ago, I packed up the panels that had been lining my bedroom. I gently gathered them around a large cardboard tub and further protected them with bubble wrap. I threw my pvc pipe corners in a sack with a massive collection of black zip ties. Seven-foot lengths, four-foot lengths, three-foot lengths, and two-footContinue reading ““Everything looks cooler with light through smoke” – my friend Greg”

30-Day Perspective Shift

Artists, writers, problem solvers, inventors -creatives of all sorts- are constantly challenging perception. They challenge their own perspective and ideally inspire shifts in perspectives for those around their world. Part of what has been happening to me during the pandemic is very common the world over. I have made habits out of my fear. SomeContinue reading “30-Day Perspective Shift”

Ability

I remember sitting at an art festival one summer a few years back. It was hot and very, very humid. I was tired from the exertion of hauling a literal ton of work out to a festival site, setting up a tent and shelving, and placing each and every piece of pottery a few timesContinue reading “Ability”

Rorschach Inspired Ink Blots

When I initially studied Rorschach in a college educational psychology class, I was fascinated with the idea the the mind fills in unfamiliar things with familiarity in order to find peace. The theory is that secrets of a person’s perception can be revealed based on the images they see from ink blots. For me, asContinue reading “Rorschach Inspired Ink Blots”

Ink

The first time I went into the room, I had no idea that I would visit it so frequently and against my will. I didn’t know how it would steal my peace and make me tremble. I didn’t know I would struggle within its walls for months, and while trapped there, I didn’t imagine I would every be free again. I didn’t know how much my subconscious would leak into into my waking world. I still don’t know what more is dripping behind the doors of my mind, but I am less scared to turn the knob and enter.

Mudança

A mudança – the change is hers. The word is feminine for a reason. She can and will be set free through metamorphosis pelo o morpho. Her transition from hanging upside down, clinging still to the attachment, assembling slime into blue, vibrant truth – It will be seen as selfish. She will feel guilty herContinue reading “Mudança”