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.
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
cutting can be very exacting or controlling
to rip things
offers an expression of freedom
and another layer of line
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
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.