forest parts

i had fun making it. collaging makes me want to write more. writing makes me want to collage more. the two forms that i formerly considered to be diametrically opposed are working together. ain't that cool?

purge II collage

I'm finally collaging again. It feels wonderful.
Why ever the dance of abnegating?
This can be so frustrating.
I collect bits and parts and strips and they sit in boxes.
Well, the time has come to purge.

Thought I'd post some old collages to help with the necessary letting of the old/begetting of the new.
(Speaking of new, did you know that the sign for new is a scooping motion?)
I love this.

I may post other collages in weeks to come, as I feel motivated to decongest the creativity particles.

Woman Triptych
Mixed Media, 2005

REMOVE THIS STUB was made for a Mixed Media and the Photographic Image class, which was taught by Gillian Spragens, also in 2005.

something like autobiography

My memories are of street fights.
Milk glass.
Gummy blobs on the sidewalk.


Errant urchins.
A wish frustrated.


Brother and sister tag teams in front of "our" house.
Agonal gutter rainbows.


Sidewalk made cheeks and knees rubble.
Landscape for pretending.


Why were we always fighting.
Filled up with breaking light.


Sometimes we played stoopball,
sometimes we rollerskated,
sometimes we punched each other in the face.

xes and oes

why would one try to diagram ecstasy?

Every body is sweating on the bus but no one is complaining.