I went into last weekend with big ambitions. I had a list of blog posts to work on, lines of poetry that needed honing, expanding, art that needed making. And as it often happens when I’ve got multiple projects to work on, I spent two days bouncing back and forth between them all and completing none. Late yesterday afternoon, after I’d abandoned all hopes of writing anything substantive, I turned my eye to collage work. And found I couldn’t make a single one. I sat for hours cutting, gluing, rearranging, waiting for inspiration to strike. All to no avail. Then, finally, at around 5 p.m., I said to myself, Just put something together. You don’t even have to show it to anyone. But for God’s sake, make something.
That something was this:
I looked at it and thought, This looks like a postcard.
And the proverbial floodgates opened. That’s it! I’ll make a series of small collages that look like postcards. Postcards from another world–from a world that never happened.
I began working at a frenetic pace. Suddenly, the images I’d been toiling over all weekend (and then some) came together effortlessly. And I ended the night (or, rather, the wee hours of this morning) with nine postcards to start the series. I hope you enjoy them. (You can click on the images to make them larger.)
From top, left:
- The Girl and the Moth (my personal favorite)
- Just Married
- Midnight Cruiser
- Big Dreams
- The Hunt