These pieces I made in a collage course at Fleisher taught by Fran Golum, at least I think I am spelling her name right. I wish I could figure out s way to enhance my blog so that these look as magical and I feel they are, but at least they are visible. I liked the sloppiness and intuitiveness of the work, and Fran encouraged me to begin painting on a large scale... Where on earth would I PUT large paintings? It all seems so self indulgent but I am drawn to working with texture, fabric, color and shape; quilting is terrific, but it takes so long to complete one, and I cannot be as free and loose with the discipline as I can with painting and collage.
These all have a boat motif even though the bicycle stands out on this purple one and one the next one below.
I photographed these on my green sofa, so the fuzzy green around the edges are just what I was unable to line up properly and the sofa is evident.
This is a little one, and the drip of glue and yellow paint tinting the sailboat is my favorite. Also, I love the dog's head stuck beside the boat.
This is probably sideways because the triangle is mean to be the boat image, but, as a former student of mine used to say whenever I asked him to edit some of his writing, "Whatever floats your boat, Miss." I never corrected the Miss, but his writing unnerved me in its blatant disregard for logic.
This one is my favorite, and I finished it today, using cut up bits of what Fran calls "inventory," papers we had designed, painted, marked and decorated. I even used a little textured tissue paper on this one, but Fran urged me not to rely on its seductive qualities as I had done in the piece above.
Finally, this morning I could stay only a short time but wanted to bang out one last piece, feeling that I had found my "voice" in this medium.
This too is small, but I just painted a squishy piece of Bristol board with orange poster paint and then used cut up pieces of my pages, some tissue paper for sails, etc... They are, if nothing else, cheery and whimsical. As far as I'm concerned, what's not to love in that?
