One of the ways I like to jumpstart the creative process is to sit in front of music with a lapful of assorted magazines and a pair of lightweight padded scissors. Images can come from most anywhere, not just magazines though, and as type this, I also feel a twinge of pity for the person who inherits my hacked-up coffee table art and photo books.
I also like to shop yard sales, thrift stores and book sales for fodder.
Most forms of media fall into the category of fair game when I am searching for just the right image or language to finish a collage narrative however.
As a result, I have amassed quite a collection of cut-outs methodically and obsessively stored and organized in notebooks, file folders, and sealed plastic containers.
The activity keeps my hands busy, but it also keeps me in a constant state of daydreaming, imagining and exploring all the surfaces and textures suggested by the photos.
It’s a cheap thrill, I guess. . .but somebody’s gotta do it.
Sometimes stories come as I place images next to each other based on shapes and colors
and sometimes I begin with a story in my head or a loose idea.
Mostly I just like to play though, and proceed with no particular place to go.
Here is the story of a pastel painting, one that began with a tiny artist trading card I made at a friend’s house.
First the baseball-card sized collage, enlarged for the blog:
You may already recognize the woman in this collage as having been mistaken for a famous gunslinger’s girlfriend/wife. If you guess her name, leave it in the comment box. 🙂
Tomorrow I will show you where I took it from here. From collage to pastel painting. 🙂