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lent 2011 collage series


well, it was an amazing lent, full of ash and agony, rebellion and redemption, loss and life.  and for me personally, it was such a great endeavor to collage my way through it.  it was a discipline of time, to be sure, as well as one of creativity.  it isn't always easy to create on a deadline, but it forces you to think in a way that life doesn't always let you think.  it was challenging, to be sure, but so rewarding, too, to wrestle with each text, to discover the hidden questions underneath the familiarity.  i have enjoyed the process, and i have enjoyed sharing them with you along the way, as well as many of your comments here and on facebook.  many of you have commented about how you would like to own one or another, and so i have decided to sell them.  i will not be selling them as a complete set, but as individual pieces.  each one is priced at $40.  please be aware that these collages are unframed and are made on artist's canvas, which means you can't just go buy a frame at target and throw the collage in it.  however, the collage could be hung on a wall without a frame, simply by adding some simple hanging hardware available at department stores.  or you could pay to have it framed (which can be expensive).  they each measure 8x10 inches. 

if you would like to see each one, with title and price, please click the "keep reading" link below. 

***some of the collages have already been spoken for, so please leave a comment soon if you want one.  there are no bidding wars.  the price is the price.  the first to comment gets the collage. 

"ash wednesday 2011: true grit"
$40
SOLD


"lent 2011: poured out"
$40
SOLD

"lent 2011: but thine"
$40
SOLD

"lent 2011: denial"
$40

"lent 2011: flogged"
$40

"lent 2011: purple"
$40
SOLD

"lent 2011: forsaken"
$40
SOLD

 
"lent 2011: not here"
$40
SOLD

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