this is a collage i made about 5 years ago. i called it 'in her sight.' as is my custom, i don't prefer to offer any explanation as to how i came to the title, or what it has to do with the collage itself. it is simply what i have chosen to name it. i like naming things, by the way. except for children. i get completely overwhelmed by the prospect of naming a human being. but thats a topic for another time.
anyway, i have made many collages over the last 7 or 8 years, and most of them are sitting in a large bin creatively labeled, "collages." so they sit there through seasons of joy and pain, through summer and winter and summer again. they just sit there. every once in awhile i drag it out and look through them, taking a little trip through the events that inspired these collages, but, for the most part, they just sit there. art in the dark. buried in a bin.
recently i pulled out the big blue container, a casket of collages, and looked through my creations. some of them i am proud of. there are others that make me laugh, and they seem silly. but overall, i enjoy looking at them, being in touch again with the spirit of them. as i did this, i found this one and immediately thought of a friend of mine who is about to enter into a crazy time of her life. i can't imagine what she is getting herself into, and so i felt it was only fitting to send this to her as a reminder that myself, and others, have her in the sight of our thoughts and prayers.
so i went to the clinton post office today and mailed it. no insurance. no liquids or hazardous materials. no, i wouldn't like any stamps. i just want to mail this little piece of me to my friend to let her know i am thinking of her. thank you. you too.
and so there you have it. sharing the art. giving it a chance to breath a little. and maybe, just maybe, sharing a little joy in the process.
peace.
greg.
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well now. we all need a little joy every now and then, don't we?
and that is another great reason to keep on creating and adding to your 'casket' (as you call it). I guess my scrapbooks are a little like that too. Just sitting here not being shared often enough and waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to thumb through them and take a little delight in the stories they contain.
you know i love you and am praying for you. God bless you, Christina.
greg.
my collage collection is now up to TWO!
ThaNK YoU in that post. and I do love that is mine. it will not be filed away in some 'casket'. lovely to recieve something other than steaks in an omaha steak box.
You know I am getting old now and wear reading glasses at night.... so seeing that little itty bitty invitation to comment was not obvious to me.