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Thinking about rivets - this is one thought I had. Sliced up and rearranged a bit for Slider Sunday - HSS
Cherry, Charlotte, Brigette, Iris, and Katie are having a picnic today.👧😀👧💕
I took a photo of our picnic table, then cut & pasted the dolls, pets, and food to the photo.
A repost from May 2022. We were out of town June 2–5, then I’ve had a head cold since we got back, so I’ve gotten behind on BaD, so I did this repost.
new cut paper collage .... 8" X 10" .... #collage #papercollage #analogcollage #handmade #handmadecollage #handcutcollage #collageonpaper #collageart #traditional #traditionalcollage #paperscissorsglue #cutnpaste
cut paper collage .... 8" X 10" #collage #papercollage #analogcollage #handmade #handmadecollage #handcutcollage #collageonpaper #collageart #traditional #traditionalcollage #paperscissorsglue #cutnpaste
I wanted to essentially try something a bit different here (in my own signifying experimentation) regarding empty space (like air-sockets in an abandoned field [no flowers, no plants, no human/mechanical activity]) and to let the disassociative textualizations provide the translation for the over-all piece, which I suppose may or may not confuse the matter further, depending on the viewer's idealogies. The "dueling" text here is a product of meditation and/or procedures of "versus vs. versus" where the charactertistics of each letter/word becomes their own 'personal' conspiracy theory. The connection with each creates a tension that I adore, focused on the exploitation of defocused operatives and how the individual psyche' responds to the (or 'each') specific letter/word and how the "space" warrants other engines.
At first, I was undecided if I wanted to give this piece color because I felt as though the "whiteness" of the piece was basically my perception of 'space' as far as non-color is concerned (which "white" isn't a color anyhow). As you see, I couldn't help myself and I didn't want to "sleep on it" because it would have probably been smothered/suffocated in the morning and I didn't want to go through the day knowing that I had smothered an idea, choking it to death like a comedy manuscript in the hands of a horror writer (if I can be imbalanced for a moment!). I felt like the pink-ish color was the articulation of fleshy things, which in my opinion, I feel as though words and textualizations are flesh-eggs waiting to be hatched from another dimension, another time-warp, another un/comfortable opening, eventually siphing off into something else. Something else, like other texts, words, disassociations, &c., &c. ---
The drops of blue here is, well, just that: Drops of blue pinched from a sponge-source. After I "pinched" the amount I felt comfortable with, I used a blow-dryer's hot 'air' to push the puddle'd liquidation down towards the bottom-end of the page, which is the tail-like river you see coming from each drop (or "pool"). The "girls"/women in the middle of the piece are trying to "hold" everything together. They're like the Mother(s) of the text.
All-in-all, this piece was an idea I had when visualizing text as "dueling entities." My fascination with poor syntax, disassembled alphabetics/text, uneven wordings, misplaced grapplings and non-appropriates (somehow "breaking the rules" --- which have already been broken many years ago --- but knowing that I am 'adding' to the misconnectiveness of art's visual interstices is a turn-on), language as a tool for digging out that sunken ship from the bottom of your mind's ocean and providing it in a way so that it creates "tension", to me, is an obvious progression.