Made a couple quick "reverse" collages yesterday. I call them that because instead of pasting cut-outs onto the background, you cut a shape into the background and paste your cut-out to the back, so that it shows through the background. They're quick and often striking, fun to do.
Regular Paper
(Some Collage Now and Then)
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Him and Her
Thursday, March 14, 2024
Assignment: Make a collage using no glue.
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Some Grayscale on a Gray Day
Perhaps the weather has something to do with it. My latest collage is muted grays and blacks, with a subject matter to match. Winter. Yeah.
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Heart Eyes Emoji
Entry for the National Collage Society's 2024 small format (postcard) show:
Thursday, February 1, 2024
I Read the News Today -- WIP
Like everyone else, I have way too many projects in various stages of completion -- some in notes, some all mapped out and "merely" needing completion, most in between somewhere. So, of course, a day or two ago I got another bright idea, thought of a cool title, and I'm working on that, instead of EVERYTHING else. I don't feel bad. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
So, basically I am tearing pieces of pages out of newspapers and using acrylic paint to highlight one detail from an image. The pages are large, 11"x11", and they feel great. Words? Not sure, we'll see. I'm having fun with it and I'll be interested to see what it becomes. (Assuming I ever finish it, she said contritely...).
Here are the first 8 images:
Monday, January 1, 2024
2024: A Poem for This Planet
A POEM FOR THIS PLANET
There are no places for the poor in this world
So they live on their knees and eat garbage.
You walk proud and tall above them
Your coat is warm
Your shoes are soft
And you only fall to your knees to suck pleasure out of the darkness.
Above us all cold stars gleam and dead rocks float in silence.
(We all get what we deserve, yeah?)
There are no places for the wounded in this world
So they bleed openly and the bleeding never stops.
You sit near by, close enough to judge but far enough for comfort (yours)
Your back is straight
Your arms are strong
And you only bleed when it’s fashionable to do so.
Above us all cold stars gleam and dead rocks float in silence.
(We all get what we deserve, yeah?)
There are no places for the weak in this world
So they bow down, foreheads to the ground, and wait.
You probably didn’t notice as you stepped over them because why would you, really
Your eye is sharp
Your aim is true
And you only bow your head when the music moves you.
Above us all cold stars gleam and dead rocks float in silence.
(We all get what we deserve, yeah?)
-- Lynn Skordal 1/1/24