Awhile back I expressed my sense of disconnect to collaging. It seemed too much like what my brain was trying to do the rest of the time in the endless task of making some type of personal sense out of the world around me. Both activities create narrative from disparate form(s) and that part of my brain got exhausted for a relatively long bit of time.
I know I posted about this page after it took me forever to glue down What Is Alicia and the red flower on grey scraps. Can't locate it right now though. But it's taken me since whenever that was to gather an answer to the right scraps to answer that question.
It took a long time to complete this narrative as well. now it speaks well of the ragged beauty to be found despite the menace to ongoing equilibrium. Bright emerald green is the color of healing physically and returning to a more organic form or other rendering of our individual life force. I'll add orange paint pen strokes to the blank spaces in the paint scraped background.
Added the collage elements above the day of that weird Four Seasons press conference. In the flower essence realm - daisies offer us help in synthesizing overwhelming amounts of information from disparate sources. I feel like that ability broke in me some time over the past week and I'll use the rest of whatever collage emerges to piece together something more sustainable and simply wired.
Celeste was a very special cat who was part of our family for 23 years. Over the past weekend J, T, and I buried her ashes in a special memorial plot we created back in the spring. We took our time finding the right moment and garden space. I feel a lot more confident and less overprotective now that the space is fenced. I still miss her intensely from time to time but the ongoing sorrowful yearning part of the missing has dissipated.
Today I'm bringing back this post about a favorite sketchbook from '19. I thought it was '18. That's how long this year feels. It's kind of freaking me out that the collage challenge was only 10 and a half months ago. How can that be true? Time's the thing that's changed the most it often seems to me ...