As the season moves toward spring, and green buds and shoots are starting to brave the world, we had a snowfall here, nearly an inch. It all melted very fast, but a reminder how early spring so often is a dance between the cold and the warm, intertwined in a way that is quite lovely though sometimes inconvenient.
Since I’ve been obsessed with making little stars and flowers from yarn woven onto pipe-cleaner frames (“darn stars”), my work table it covered with fiber scraps. perhaps inevitable that some would eventually get glued down to a page.
ALT: ink and fiber, abstract. perhaps a glass vase on the right, and leaning over it a branch with no leaves, but maybe watery and fibrous … flowers?
ALT: nine small (2″ x 3 “) cards in a 3 by 3 grid. Each card has a photo of a hand in some position, and the cards are all connected by a red thread that weaves and loops from hand to hand.
ALT: graphite, crayon, and collage. a figure stands, head bowed, with an absurd brimmed hat perched precariously upon it. a cloud of words (newsprint and imaginary writing) rimmed in orange, drifts by its midsection. a bare tree stands in the foreground.
ALT: mixed media, abstract. A mycelial mess in paper collage, acrylic, and crayon. Mostly looks like it’s covered in twisty roots, but maybe some tree branches in the upper right corner.
this is probably my last collage for this time around, I have the supplies mostly sorted and ready to store for next year. Thanks to Stephanie Luck Coïc for sending me an inspirational packet of materials, and to all the friends and relations that participate in my annual collage get-together. It never fails to surprise and motivate me.
Just playing with collage and paint. There’s a deconstructed house in there, another tracing for a painting by George Thomas. And many paper scraps that are leftovers of the collage party. I don’t seem to have the mind to make more coherent pictures at the moment, so spritzings from my moods will have to do.
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