Last night, I got home earlier than I have any other night this week. I did some writing--a very small bit of writing. Once I could write a huge chunk of short story, if not the entire short story, in an hour or two. Now I feel lucky if I get a paragraph or two without feeling despair at not knowing how to write the story.
Next week we are hosting 2 camp counselors who are arriving to help our church lead Vacation Bible School. Last night I found out that I'll be feeding them 2 nights, which is fine. After all, when we agreed to host them, I assumed we might be feeding them dinner every night. This week, my dinners have been my favorite: wine, crackers, and cheese, which I feel O.K. about since I've been vigilant in portion control. But that won't do for camp counselors.
I've had some poblano peppers that I bought when I planned to make a mole sauce. They were on their last days, so I used the impending approach of camp counselors to make the sauce. Later, I stuck it in the freezer for next week.
I had planned to collage, but I was running out of time. I decided to go ahead and do it, just to see what would happen. A few weeks ago, I was cleaning out some shelves, and I found a lot of materials that we kept in anticipation of doing more collaging. I decided to throw away old calendars. But I kept the envelopes of images and words that I cut out and saved.
Last night, I decided that I didn't have to look through every envelope. I found an old Christmas card that I liked, and I decided it would form the anchor of my collage. I chose a few phrases, and a few other images. When I was sorting, I came across a stash of mat boards that we bought at a sale long ago. I decided on a purple mat board, even before I chose the images. I love how it all came together:
I do notice that I tend not to collage like other people. I have a lot of open space in my collages. If I like the original image, it's hard for me to add other things on the image. You'll notice that the Christmas card image is untouched, although I let things creep onto the white border. The lantern had the purple glass.
When I used the modge podge, the images wrinkled a bit, and the blob at the lower right of the Christmas card formed. I try to see it as part of the process, but my inner perfectionist is not happy.
If I look at this collage as a journaling exercise, it's clear to me what my soul is saying. I'm ready for Christmas! I'm also interested in more open spaces, in a different landscape. What do those turtles mean? Coming out of my shell or going in? Wishing my house was more portable?
I didn't spend more than 45 minutes on this project, but I found it immensely satisfying. Let me remember that for the future.
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2 comments:
Kristin is a very great poet. I'd love to read "thursday night". Thank you Bingo for this great article. This is indeed worth reading.
It looks interesting, you have good skills as poetry is ot an easy task. Thank you for sharing this interesting post with us and keep posting more such stuff
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