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rainboe revived

i shared with you that i had been asked to donate a collage or two to a great cause, a ministry for young people at a church in new jersey.  i readily agreed, and when i found out that the theme of the event will be centered around new life, i immediately began to get inspired.  i made this collage, which i shared with you a couple of weeks ago. 

but i didn't want to stop there.  i was thinking about new birth, about how my art tries to reflect the redemptive nature i see in God, that God takes what is broken - what is refuse - and makes it new.  as i was reflecting on this, it occured to me that i could take an old collage and breathe new life into it.  when i was first starting as an artist, i made several collages that, looking back on them, i really don't like.  for example, ten years ago i made this collage, which i called "rainboe:"

"rainboe"
paper collage on hardcover bookboard
gregory a. milinovich
2/2001

but i really didn't like this collage.  so i thought i would just work on top of it, and recreate it.  i wanted to make it new.  but i didn't want it to entirely lose it's personality, either, so i tried to find a way that the old images would still show through.  i ended up using a technique where i use melted crayon wax.  it is a long process, especially with using so many different shades of wax, but i really enjoyed the way it turned out, and that you can still see elements of the original collage underneath the new one.  it is, quite literally, a new creation. 

"rainboe revived"
mixed media collage on hardcover bookboard
gregory a. milinovich
2/2011

Comments

Emoly said…
wow! I love the entire concept, the old piece that you weren't happy with but didn't want to "trash" completely, the new piece and keeping the theme yet making it work into a new theme. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it all... very complex yet simple.
Gregory said…
ps. i know how to spell rainbow. it was intentional. fyi.
Gregory said…
thanks, em. glad you "got" the concept. i was worried i was the only one that it made sense to.
Anonymous said…
This is incredible Greg! It is the perfect embodiment of God's remodeling force in our lives. How He is capable of taking what we have to start & then resurfacing it into a new creation, if we allow it! Awesome use of the theme!! I cannot wait to see the pieces in person!

-angie

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