Summer and time to complete dormant creative projects. I started this piece about two years ago. Simple glue and sticking. It's fun. The sticking.
Fun to collect scraps and shards and DNAs and juxtapose to make other.
Was dulled and bored for long while by own process. Finding this necessary and enlivening.
Thinking of collage lately in poetry making. How when compiling words book, it is not vocabulary I seek but definition. Also how definitions are malleable. How the pieces can be rigid or slide in effortlessly to make new meaning, or new poem. There's some promise there, some feeling of infinity. This is also new.