Collage Collection

Early stages:

All developed but in original orientation:

On parade, one by one:

 

Pounding a Gavel

Seems to me my attention and my intentions are skittering all over the place of late. Time to pound a gavel and impose a smidgen of order, such as it is. To that end, I return to the series of small collages I've been creating, collages whose beginnings took place back in March with friend Bo.

Fun With Fuschia
3 x 3"; acrylic and collage on watercolor paper
abstract design
2023

Grabbing at a Potted Plant

A baby will grab at a potted plant

because it looks interesting and new.

If it topples over and spills out

they start playing with the soil,

eating it, 

feeling it,

pulling the remaining plant apart

and sitting proudly 

in the centre of their efforts.

What has been ‘created’

might seem to be a complete mess,

but it’s also an innocent 

and informative

investigation.

—Philippa Stanton, in Conscious Creativity

I pulled another plant off the shelf today.

Tailored Touch
3 x 3"; acrylic and collage on watercolor paper
abstract design
2023

Following Directions

Jane Davies has been playing with scribbles for awhile, and her blog post in January caught my eye with its multi-layered repetitive-back-and-forth scribbles. I wanted to try my hand at layers and back-and-forth.

I looked through the squares I'd cut from a 6 x 9" start I made on my first Bo's Arts afternoon, with an eye towards a background that might lend itself to just such scribbling.

I selected this square.

Then I layered and back-and-forthed with wild abandon.

Wait.

What?

Here's what came of that inspiration and my layers of intention. Hahaha!!!

I do love when I don't follow directions—who is it that issues these directions? Who is it that disregards them!

Handsome Herringbone
3 x 3"; acrylic, ink, and collage on watercolor paper
abstract floral
2023

Bo's Arts!

My friend Bo, who had to drive out of her neck of the woods past my neck of the woods for an appointment in yet another neck of the woods today, suggested that on her way back home maybe we could hang out together for lunch and then play with art in some way.

Yup, we could.

And did.

I am totally lifted up by what I'm going to refer to as our afternoon of Bo's Arts!

We stepped out of head space and into creative energy—out of chronos into kairos—to make some starts. Oh, the places we've yet to go—can't wait to see what emerges.

Sneak preview of things to come …