Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Still Collaging

Mati Rose McDonough's Daring Adventures in Collage class ended several weeks ago, but I find myself still collaging. This is good. I needed a creative push and the class was perfect. I can try out pieces of paper without committing to where I'm going to put them, then once I'm satisfied I can glue them down. Ink and paint seem more permanent to me, though I know they can also be fixed by rethinking a line or adding more paint. With collage, I can make fanciful scenes more easily than I can with my current drawing skills. I can make my crazy imagination visible or just throw pieces together to make something more abstract. Fun stuff!


This collage began with a red 2 that was on the ticket left in my car when I had it serviced last week. You'll also find bits of a tea box and a Kleenex box, a shopping bag, wrapping paper, tissue paper, netting from a bag of oranges, a bit from a Colonial Williamsburg brochure and a party hat, and some Zentangle elements. The piece in the upper left corner? When I have leftover paint, I brush and roll and dot it onto paper so I can use the result for other projects.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Daring Adventures in Collage: Week 4.5

This week's Daring Adventures in Collage assignment is about Dynamic Compositions, but I haven't gotten that far yet. This collage has been percolating on my desk over the past week. It started with a patchwork background of flowers from a catalog. There was a little hole left where I placed the owl. Then I minutes here and there over a couple of days trying to figure out what the owl was doing. I knew he had a garden hat, but did he have a body? Was he in a fanciful house? Maybe a tree? Yes! A tree! A plaid tree!


Well, then what? Another day or two passed and I started thinking about the Owl and the Pussycat. I found a cat who draped over the tree branches nicely and read the poem. Turns out the poem is all ocean and stars and happiness. I looked at the annoyed looking owl and the insomniac cat and decided the honeymoon is over for those two. The next thing I knew, "Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing!" became "Pussy said to the Owl, 'You noisy old fowl! Stop singing, so I may sleep!" Apologies to Edward Lear!