Collage 09: It’s Complicated

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I looked for a good name for this one, but they all seemed too corny. The Taxidermist And the Topiary Haberdasher, for example.

I’m not trying to say anything with these collages.  My visual art has never really been about messaging. That’s what words are for. These are more like dreams, a rearranging of the past without rhyme or reason.

Constructed from images collected in Mexico, Guatemala, Maine, and Arizona.

Collage 07: Sometimes The Words Just Come

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Photography has always felt like cheating to me, as if it were art that was half done before I even started. Dismembering my old prints of mostly documentary photos and reassembling them into franken-collages turns out to be much more satisfying. Who would have thought that adding the element of creativity to observation and composition would make art? As a side benefit, I get rid of all my excess inventory that I will never go to the trouble of selling. As I finish and photograph each piece, it leaps out of my life into recycle heaven, to be reborn as a Starbucks cup, toilet paper tube, or maybe some exotically shaped packing cushion. I get to create and purge simultaneously without having to vomit onto a canvas.

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Constructed from images collected in Laos, Texas, and Utah

Upper image from Bath, Maine

Collage 03: Escape!

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Collage assembled by hand from three images: Painted mannequin, Tucson AZ; Fabric display, Chichicastenango, Guatemala; Graffito, Camaguey, Cuba.

I tried really hard to find the name of the Camaguey muralist.  I know I have come across it in the past.  If you know, please tell me so I can credit them.