process
so there's this series of collages i'm working on. as i pick the dried up adhesive and cat hair off all my fingers, i wonder what the hell the point is. they're way too personal to show. to sell. to DO anything with. they'll never see the light of day, most likely. too many secrets revealed. too many dark cobwebby corners of my brain getting a little sunlight. too many opportunities for mis-interpretation. and that's probably why i love them.
i kinda turned a corner last night. although i'm only on the second collage of a eight part collage series, i got stuck in trying to make it make sense and felt the frustration building. so i just chopped up all the elements and put them back together again... but in the most absurd way ever. my subconscious made it make sense finally. and i love the finished artifact now. and i love it when that happens.
the first one i made last week? there was this one part on it i loathed. and i thought the whole piece was ruined. but i sat on it a week and ripped off the top layer last night. i then put a whole new layer on the top and adhered 'chalk outlines' of these two figures. it's now so perfect i can't see straight. what a worthwhile re-visit.
so what was the point? oh yeah. i'm actually making stuff again. it's slow going because i'm really busy with other obligations but there's a bit of joy to be experienced when messing around with caustic spray adhesive and rubber cement and phototgraphs and oil sticks. for that, i'm grateful to be cycling into 'it' again, after being stagnant for so long. yay!
