So I can't. Leave well enough alone. I had to go out and attach 2 dictionary pages to Bullet Boy. One was the page with the definition of disintegrate and the other, decay. I also attached the 2 pieces of lace to the honey-suckle in the hopes it would help support it.
This project reminded me of something. A year ago, I was walking the dog near a construction site and noticed a full sheet of newspaper flat on the ground. It had been there for awhile and the March sun had coaxed tiny weeds and grasses to punch through the paper and grow up among the words. It was beautiful and instructive in a long term kind of way.
A collaborative I take part in with teaching friends allowed us to choose our own theme and one of the participants took Emily Dickenson. I was happy to be able to find a book I bought years ago of her poetry and spent some hours choosing this selection. It appealed to me because of the hints of music and nature's qualities distilled into the cricket. So it allowed for a concrete as well as more mysterious interpretation. The paper strips are from an old (and ruined) bible & that seemed appropriate to the poet too, though her view of god certainly wasn't the typical one.
More scraps, lake views, a tax receipt, bugs from the dictionary and the head of a man from an old press photo found at a flea market. I'm not certain I want to save the scraps as much as I want to save the all the experiences around them. Its the details that give depth, at least for me.
Its a gray day today, like a cool, damp sweater. But its warmer than usual and the birds seem to be cheerful contemplating a couple weeks of partying before the serious business of nesting.
Some of my work becomes to labored and too precious, chalk it up to an upbringing that emphasized never giving up and trying "harder". When I read about Seth Apter's project to let the elements change and disintegrate a work of art I thought Bullet Boy here could probably benefit from the intervention of nature.
So out it went. I couldn't bind it to a tree as originally planned because the cabinet card embedded in the collage was too rigid so opted to just hang it from a wild honey-suckle. The too-pretty purple attachments weren't planned either, I was looking for something soft that wouldn't tear the corner punch-holes and there it was, laying around, and it was instantly nominated. I'm hoping it doesn't look to much like a display in Macy's. By May, when the project ends, it certainly won't.
An old embedded photo from a box of pictures my friend John gave me that he picked up at a yard sale. I decided not to obscure the face in this and added the bones from one of my old medical books.
Last night on the Ovation channel they had a movie/documentary about Ray Johnson and I was thrilled to find something out about an artist who I remembered from my mailart days. Visions of bunny creatures are still dancing in my head this morning. Good show, if you get a chance to watch, apparently they repeat things.
Working smaller means I can use up the flotsam and jetsam that accumulates on my table, all that beautiful scrap I can't bear to throw away. There's a poetry to non-essential parts of an photograph that is not seen until the background is torn away from the proper subject.
There were people in the photo parts of these before I used them in something else and the small parts of vintage postcards were also the remains of another project.
It is sunny and tropical today, we're almost up to 33 degrees. I'm going out to hang Bullet Boy in the tree for Seth Apter's disintegration project. I'll post a photo here tomorrow to show what it looks like pre-exposure.
Bird's nests have an architecture that encloses and protects. Sometimes the odd piece of yarn or gum paper is stitched into that architecture giving these bits of human ephemera new emphasis and utility. The sense of things being "out of place" happens in nature (as well as surrealism) but without an artist's intent, as far as we know. I like that strangeness with the intimation of protection and capture. So the following is another step in pursuit of that:
It snowed again last night, big puffs of flakes that left 5 inches on the ground by morning. I made a version of Tarascan soup to keep warm this morning, I take liberties with soup!
So which is it? A capture or a nest? My best guess at this point is, it's both. When I work myself into a corner its usually because I'm attempting a balance of too many elements. This is simple and avoids that problem. It doesn't fly apart, it stays whole and is a good starting point. You may see more of these.....
Woke up this morning to 5 more inches of the white stuff after a hiatus of maybe 7 days. The colors of the season are influencing my choices as they move towards more neutrals and stay that way. If it was winter all year I'd have to get rid of my primaries and secondaries! But its clear spring is coming, the birds are loud, the great blues are already building nests in the valley, and the days are longer.
But until it gets here, more neutrals with a small photo from my grandmother's collection. I have lost things much larger than this but the little man in a bonnet has been with me for 30 years. It has turned up, I have put it away, and turned up again. Finally, it landed here:
After being tagged on facebook for 25 items about me (Arrghhhhh, that was long!) this one seems like a piece of cake. But given my crankiness for all things chain-letterish I will forgive if the Tagged Ones are reluctant.....anyway, it goes like this:
I was tagged by Kathleen Harrington. If I've tagged you, would you kindly mention me and make a link to my blog? And when you do that, write 5-7 things about yourself and post the tag to 5-7 other bloggers. I think thats it, here's my list:
1. I'm addicted to news about the economy, read Paul Krugman almost everyday and follow Elizabeth Warren avidly.
2. I love new snow and winter sports, but don't like being buried for weeks at a time.
3. I'm addicted to art (really?) but struggle with it. I'll create, Muse or no, but its easier with the Muse.
4. I have 2 cats, one a manx, and 1 dog, a rescue who does all sorts of tricks, including getting me a tissue when I sneeze. Honest!
5. My idea of heaven is having glue that flows freely and dictionaries full of inscrutable images that leap onto the collage exactly where they belong.
Oh yeah, I'm still researching how to get pictures from my phone to this blog and am wrestling with Bluetooth.