Sunday, March 17, 2024

Him and Her

 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.

Her, 12x12, 2024
Cut & paste paper collage (magazine scraps)

Him, 12x12, 2024
Cut & paste paper collage (magazine scraps)


Thursday, March 14, 2024

Assignment: Make a collage using no glue.


There Could Be a Different World, 7x10 2024
Cut & paste paper collage, no glue (thread, safety pin, vintage sewing snaps).
For the NWCS Winter Exchange Project.

 

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.

Just Irritating, 2024, 12x12
Cut & paste paper collage


Saturday, February 24, 2024

Heart Eyes Emoji

 Entry for the National Collage Society's 2024 small format (postcard) show:

Heart Eyes Emoji, 2024, 4x6


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

 

Sunday, December 17, 2023