I went through a period of time when, instead of gluing down the pieces of a collage, I would just set them together, and then photograph them. I carried with me a little box of collage elements for months, arranging and rearranging them. I don’t know if this was a good and interesting artistic process or a symbol of something in my brain that was unwilling to commit to permanence. Still, some of the photos that I took then continue to grab at strands in my unconscious, like this one.
1. The way crocus refuse to stay within their borders. While I do believe in good, strong, safe boundaries, I do think that those crocus escaping out over the lawn have a special message.
2. Good strong boundaries.
3. Breathing room.
4. The poem that is beginning to form.
5. How language shapes and creates ideas. How ideas hinge on the language used to express them.
May we walk in Beauty!