Mixed Media by K Smith

this collage mixed media method is something i’ve been perfecting for over a year now.

it’s quilt work. with paper.

the crazy quilting style has a specific format. a focus point is 5 sided and the rest is built around it.

to finish a square, it is bound.

or framed. with paper.

the making of these is meditative. i really enjoy making them.

i’ve wanted to implement my photography into my collage work for some time.

I nailed this mixed media process with non-nude work pre-pandemic for a summer solo show i was preparing for. yup, an artist talk and a solo photography exhibit

that is now, very unfortunately, not happening.

the nude photographs that these are made with have been in my drawer for a long while. like years.

you know me best. there are stories within these photographs

just like the stitching is another form of narrative.

This nude piece was the first i made, in relationship to a full moon.

it reveals the reality of alone. separate corners/ spaces

and it reveals the desire, the deep desire for cherish.

this piece is different because it came from a prompt.

that prompt is where the narrative was found.


make sense??

I made these 4×6 collages next.

gotta love what the  back side looks like ( uh, the rainbow, not me.)























as my pattern seems to be.

i sometimes find i want to work larger.

i love the man and deer in this one. ( 8.5×11)

yes, the nude is upside down

these are the other 8.5 x 11’s, the last being the piece that is going to be in the virtual group show in Chicago opening june 5th






















only one collate. this one, a nipple in a black square is not a crazy quilt style like the others. it’s an 8×8


all are for sale of course!




there are three ways that i know you are here.


i can see when you are clicking around

so, thank you for that in recent days!

the other is comments.

here, like in the comment section of a blog post.

doesn’t happen as often as it did 10 years ago.

but when it does. i feel grateful.

the third is to email me.

which many of you do.

thank you!

some of the things that you say to me

are profoundly affirming.

i save those things in a file.

the file is called PRAISE

it’s 39 pages long. over 44,000 words.


THIS communication  Рall of it, makes a difference for me.

you do this for me

If I have sounded complaining or whiney lately, just know that is an expression of frustration. a feeling of not being heard or not getting the attention i deserve. it’s a bit like when i was online dating and in a row, multiple circumstances were seriously not appropriate. i had to act on that. doing so was a healthy action for me

my day to day life might be solitary

but my virtual life

reminds me that i make a difference with my photography somehow.

which is the reason i am here.

this for me is an expression of art

an expression of me.

in recent years i have had enough bullshit occur with my real life

and men.

i have had a letting go or a realization of late

i am not going to put in the effort.

this is a shift in where i focus my energy emotionally.

perhaps not trying so hard will have what should be happening occur naturally.

a man IN my life vs on the edges.

I found this collage this morning and thought it really reflected this decision beautifully

Why I Collage

perhaps i have been a tad crabby about the lack of response to my collage work.

i am REALLY crabby these days.


perhaps it’s easy for me to be crabbier

when i perceive things not going exactly as hoped.

a virtual stomping of my feet.

I thought the support for my collage work would be more well received.

just saying.

i studied art

my art during my studying art years was meticulous, detailed and very patient. obsessed really.i drew portraits. in pencil.

i was a talented artist


it was unexpressed.

hard to explain.

i did not stand on my own two feet about my own ideas as an artist.

i hated to conform

my resistance to instruction in school was looked at as being defiant

not at being


( i just made myself laugh )

i was a brat.

who am I kidding.


once i became a wife and mother art was put aside.

a shame really.

i started to collage in the late 90’s

in 2013 i collaged more than once a week, and the collection of work from that year meant a lot to me.

it made me feel like an artist.

both digital photography and collage fulfill my profound need for immediate gratification. both expressed how impatient i had become and both are highly sustainable mediums for a prolific creative who never has the funds to support her need to create.

i remember in art school absolutely cringing when i had to buy large sheets of strathmore or high quality pencils. I would try and get away with working smaller with the mindset of using less materials because I feared of running out of funds to supply myself as a student. i was 20 at this time. completely on my own. working full time and an art student. living in a big city. no help or encouragement from my parents. i was in way over my head.

when mr cowboy ended things i started journaling in collage.

while all along my collage offered a subconscious reveal

my journal work became a collage narrative of this big shift in my life.

a lost home, being dumped, moving far from all i’ve ever known etc, empty nesting and more.

in 2017 – i took on collaging daily.

the work has been remarkable.

i have an entire collage essay that expresses an experience of being bullied.

again, it’s super fascinating

somewhere in this past year i thought why am I not collaging with nudity?

if you get on instagram and search collage you will immediately see that collage is a very thriving and happening medium.

there is room for all sorts of interpretation of collage

for me collage means to assemble.

i start with a sorting or a “tearing”

in that tearing i let images pick me

or i collage based on an certain aesthetic or color pallette

sometimes that occurs at random

at what is in a pile of torn pages or what speaks to me at the time.

one can cut imagery

or tear.

cutting can be very exacting or controlling

to rip things

offers an expression of freedom

and another layer of line

a detail.

i believe my collage work

much like my photography

has it’s own signature.

collaging with nudity

is a whole additional layer

the album over at flickr hosts all i’ve made so far.

i numbered them wrong, so just ignore that part. of the pieces i’ve made

a few stand out.  i really really love this is one

and making these?

i find makes me horny.since i don’t feel that way often these days

what a nice surprise!!


my collages are 9×12. not 8.5 x 11 as i mention in the album

again. me. and #’s. ugh.

i could use old art magazines or erotica that i can tear apart.

to make more

not kidding.

got any?

please send them to me

the works are also for sale.

very one of a kind.

with my first sale of one of these

i can purchase proper packaging. sleeves and hard board

and the proper art paper to mount them on.

still trying to decide. white or black.

even though the black makes it pop.

i am concern if one adds a matt to frame it. or even a black frame that the blacks might not be the same and look funny. where white as a mounting color is classic, and a black matt/frame can still make it pop.

my gut leans towards white.

the piece below – once mounted. may be torn even more.

we’ll see