When the mood strikes, my fingers fly and I create.
I create the words spoken from this
tangled, irksome, wonderfully crazy soul of mine. I find, cut, rip, and glue ideas to ideas.
I splatter paint on the collage with fingers,
brushes, nails, sponges and anything seems to be the appropriate tool in the
moment. They perform the motion of my
energy, my aura; they help define my spirit, removing the layers and tethers
that exist deep inside.
I have been creating collages for over 15 years. I do so because I recognize an innate sense of
loss that is mollified when I paste a piece to another piece, like an emerging
puzzle that asks to be solved. The more
I paste, the deeper my satisfaction. I de-collage, paint and tear it to pieces,
and find something far more beautiful than its original whole self could be. In the process I find liberation from the yoke
of the losses I will never regain.
For many years I pasted and painted – separately –
to unfulfilling ends. I desired to truly
express myself with paint in some medium, but realized that placing a paintbrush
straight to canvas brought little satisfaction for me. In recent years I have combined the efforts,
and now find a quiet resolution within myself every time a piece declares
itself complete.
A collage is a puzzle in progress. As am I. I work toward the whole picture.
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