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and love again

here are a couple of collages that i finished a few weeks ago. this first one was one i started on a men's retreat that i attended in october which was dealing with john wesley's "three simple rules." you may remember that i read a book about those rules and wrote about them here. i am truly motivated by these rules (do no harm; do good; stay in love with God) and was inspired to express that in a torn and papery kind of way (which is what i do!), and so i did.

"three simple rules"
mixed media collage
gregory a. milinovich

"and love again"
mixed media collage
gregory a. milinovich

this second one is one i really enjoyed making, and i can't really explain the reason for that. its just that some of my pieces come much easier than others. this one was easier. it flowed naturally from me. anyway, i'm very satisfied that i continue to work at this and continue to create new collages. i've got several that i'm working on right now. if you want to see many of my collages or even purchase one (including one of these two), you can check them out here.




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