11″ W x 14″ H
Acrylic on wood
Synaptic transmission occurs when one neuron passes an electrical or chemical impulse across a gap to another. These connections are key in cultivating life-giving thoughts into bloom.
Limited Edition Giclée Prints
11″ x 14″ image on 16″ x 13″ paper
Print run of 200
Each print titled, numbered and signed by Geinene
Printed with archival ink on archival paper.
About the Neuron Series
Whenever finding myself in foreign surroundings, I am provoked to create. This doesn’t only have to do with geographical location but also life situations. This series of paintings has been inspired by the journey my family has walked alongside our daughter who has special needs. In coming to better understand and embrace this reality, I never expected to become so intrigued by the complexity and beauty of the human mind.
I have been amazed to learn that everything we think and feel and do is nearly impossible without the work of neurons and their communication with each other. These neural connections are what make each of us unique. There is an unfathomable complexity in the human mind down to the detail of one miniscule neuron; this I find so very ironic with the reality that we as humans are also only dust.
Further study into the life and death of neurons and the concept of neuro-genesis leaves me amazed and hopeful with the mind’s ability to re-circuit itself in order to overcome inflicted damage. It has been discovered that even songbirds have the unique ability to lay down neuron pathways in their brains when learning new songs. By changing these songs seasonally, the regeneration of neurons is encouraged.
Through creating this series, I have been reminded that we all have parts of our minds that are untapped and/or in desperate need of healing and redemption. These areas of dysfunction, some more visible than others, require deep restoration. Part of the transformation process is the intentional learning of new ways of thinking and living. What began as a way to understand, cope and hope for the healing of my daughter’s mind, has developed into a plea for the slumbering areas of my own mind to awake as well, imparting to both of us a new song.