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new collage: hospitality


"hospitality"
mixed media collage (found papers, wallpaper paste, metal, acrylic paint) on canvas
september 2012
gregory a. milinovich

i was recently asked by a friend if i would make a donation of a collage to a fundraising auction for a great organization he is a part of.  the organization is called family promise, and provides housing for folks when a need arises, often through a network of churches and other host sites, in the absence of more traditional homeless shelters, or when those shelters have no vacancies.  it used to be called interfaith hospitality network, and i have been involved with them in the past, so i figured i would be happy to donate a collage to the fundraising effort in hunterdon county, nj.  in fact, i thought i'd do even better than that.  why not use the organization's purpose and mission as an inspiration for making a new collage, specifically for this event?  so that's what i did.  i call it hospitality, and based it largely on the matthew 25 passage about welcoming the stranger.  that is it above, and then there are a few closer detail pictures below. 





i also am donating another smaller one, which i made several years ago, in hopes to make them a few extra dollars for their worthwhile work.  here's hoping for a successful auction for them, and for all the resources they need to continue to find concrete ways to love the hurting of hunterdon county. 

"rejoice"
paper collage on cardboard panel
2003
gregory a. milinovich

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