I created this collage on my Spain trip and have dubbed it “map of Spain”. I think of it as an exploratory piece, a jumping off point for further collage explorations and as a springboard for writing.

 

The task was to create a piece showing movement from chaos to order. The whole time I was creating it I was thinking “I can always cover it up”. This gave me a freedom to push through my resistance since collage is not the usual medium I work in.

 

My original post was going to talk about the fact that I can’t work in just one medium. After a day in the studio, cleaning and unpacking some of my older work I realized I CAN’T DO JUST ONE THING. I love the variety of being able to pick and choose whether to paint, collage, sculpt, write etc

 

Words are another medium for me.  I revisited some of my work tonight (not being able to do just one thing)  and found this poem, never finished that seems to speak to this collage. It is untitled.

 

 

these hands have been empty too long and too dark it is to find out what I can pick up

 too black and no white and no color

how could there be no paper dream white ready to empty my soul onto

how could there be no color to capture what I am saying

perhaps it is up to my hands to surround the black hold it coax it into shapes that sing

these hands would not be empty would be full of shape black and long piercing

calling out the red flow the red life blood

then there would be color