Here’s a quick goofy one. The base picture was an arresting image of a fellow in mask and body paint. The feet belong to the nuns that were in day-before-yesterday’s post. The doily and sculpture were to bring the colorway together. Unlike yesterday, I did not then spend a lot of time adding little bits in hopes of making the whole thing more interesting. Part of my challenge is knowing when to quit.

I think I posted an earlier version of this one the day of the collage party. I think it’s done now. It will join my deck of cards that are on the theme of “ways I get stuck, and ways to get un-stuck” This one represents analysing a problem by taking it apart into smaller components.

here’s another one, that I posted the start of yesterday. It will also join the deck, representing something like the fierce power of family ties.

As is my custom, sometime in the month of February I turn my studio over to playing with collage. It starts with sharing the space and resources with a group of friends, and we spend a day playing together. For the past several years, we’ve handed around a group collage over the course of the day. Here’s what we came up with this year. The background is a discarded sketch by my friend Henry Thomas’ father George, who passed away last year. I was fortunate to be gifted a generous supply of his leftover art materials, and a few of his paintings and sketches. I’m not sure what he would have thought of this, but we certainly loved working with it as our ground surface!

As usual, I didn’t actually finish much on the day of the party, but here are the two little pieces that I actually got set up and glued down.