About My Process:
Handmade papers hang in my studio, drying. Three shades of pulp -- all different greens -- fleck and swirl within each piece.
Or maybe the papers are red and orange this time, fiery and wet all at once.
Confetti scraps, from acrylic swatches I've painted, stick to my feet under my desk.
Other cut bits wait atop matching shapes on a drawing, ready to be nudged and glued down.
Rusty corrugated metal in a photo downloaded from my camera saves the screen on the computer in the corner. A matching printout in the tray waits to be cut.
Meanwhile I focus. There's an audio book playing and it's a good one. Which helps because I just brushed glue onto the paper shape I'm pinching with surgical tweezers; my mind needs to stay steady and my shoulders need to stay loose.
I breathe a smile into my shoulders and gently puzzle a little paper shape into place.
The pieces overlap in spots and bump up to one another in other places. The drawing I'm using as a template transforms, bit by bit by bit -- into a collage. I juggle color, texture and shape until I find harmony, sweet satisfying harmony, that tells a story.
Such is my life when I'm creating my art.
