And Counting
I don't know if it is the winter snap that we are currently under telling me it is time to burrow deep into the dark or if I have simply grown weary of making to make without any sense of engagement. I have always tried to keep busy during creative black outs, having faith that the current would find me where I needed to be at any given time. I seem to be caught between the will to work and the will to wait for a new beginning. Like many of us, I consume image after image, of my own making and of my own seeking (the internet), not to mention the thousands of images I am exposed to any given day. Image overload is real. Like driving through a blizzard of snow flakes zooming at you mile after mile, that where I am feels like.
For the past couple of days, I have made collage using numbers. I like their shapes as much as any alphabet. (Of course, unwittingly, they were messengers of my interior!)
It's All Greek To Me
Me & math have never been friendly. I used this old arithmatic book cover for a background & tried to make it arty. It's all so obvious in retrospect.
Time Ledger
Corridors Of Ink
