Making a collage always means making a mess on the desk. Most of the time it’s inspiring, sometimes it’s overwhelming.
But as Brian Eno put it:
When in doubt, tidy up.
Brian Eno
Making a collage always means making a mess on the desk. Most of the time it’s inspiring, sometimes it’s overwhelming.
But as Brian Eno put it:
When in doubt, tidy up.
Brian Eno
I love the simplicity of Etel Adnan’s paintings. I took one of her untitled works from 2010 and „copied“ it as a collage of found paper and some of my scraps.
Morning walks with Cooper in the sun. No better way to start the day.
I made four collages with a combination of coloured paper. The challenge was to use all the scraps. The outcome is always a surprise.
Yesterday, after a failed attempt two years ago (stuck in a traffic jam), I finally managed to see Róisín Murphy live on stage in Cologne.
Queen of exuberance.
I made this small collage a few days ago from some of my scraps and this one particular lovely yellow flower thing. It was made by my dear friend and wonderful Wisconsin-based artist Karina Cutler-Lake. I found it in a box full of collage material she had sent me some weeks ago. It’s always a special pleasure to use her scraps in my collage experiments.
I can’t remember ever buying some flowers for the kitchen table only. I’m glad I did now! It’s such a wonderful companion for writing and reading and having tea in the morning.
When I moved from one house to another
by Mary Oliver, from „Devotions“
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took
everything.
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted. Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing – the reason they can fly.
I read this poem one morning and it fits perfectly with my situation of clearing out my office and transforming it into a creative space. It’s not that easy, especially with the books. So I’m grateful for Mary’s wisdom.