How my mind works

Perhaps it’s my deficient hearing, a lifelong reality, genetic in origin. Anyway, the fact of the matter is, I am easily distracted in a class or workshop setting, even a virtual one it seems.

Oh, I start out well enough … sitting where I can best hear, listening carefully, taking notes. Inevitably something gets said that sends my mind galloping off. When I come to, I find things have moved in another direction. Sometimes I miss some really good stuff.

But then again, sometimes I’ve thought of something worth pursuing. Is one way better than the other. I dunno. Never will.

So all that by way of saying I have lost track of Acey’s collage challenges more than once. Today, I was determined to get back on track.

I started with a rock, a fossil actually, one Don found at the old house …

I wanted to explore different ways of capturing its image by photocopying …

in the light box …

under natural lighting …

and finally, angled in filtered sunlight …

It was to be the bedrock for an assemblage of materials …

for today’s collage challenge

Thinking how the past month has led me through using book covers and art reproductions, but also realizing how I might use my own imagery, in paint and photos and handmade paper.

How the well is deep with inspiration from so many sources within the community I call the Kindred Spirits.

How I let myself believe that getting it perfectly right isn’t the end-all and be-all …

And I’ve happily discovered that just going, without overthinking it, can yield some unexpected results …

Just like that, another challenge met …

To be continued …

19 thoughts on “How my mind works

  1. Liz~ You may wander off (your words, not mine), but wherever you go, wonderful things happen! I’ve only done 5 pages so far and I wandered off a bit too in how I ‘divided the page’ 🙂 Perhaps that is the true lesson, that we each learn in our own way and take in what we can, how we can and the world is richer for it! I have loved following along with your journey, side trails and all! xo

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  2. Straddling time is what came to me in looking at your special collage Liz. It immediately spoke to me of ancient lands via the fossil stepping stone and then simultaneously, we are spun toward the cosmos with the three oval swirls of design, texture and deep space color against the backdrop of earth tone layers, the browns and greens of the land. I love this because what it says to me is that in sharing the past, we find a path to go forward because in our collective ancient memory,a moment comes where we are all suspended between sky and earth, between time and imagination…all it takes is that first step…

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  3. Boy oh boy Liz, can I relate to your hearing loss. I just can’t seem to make myself go to get a hearing device, and as each day passes it gets more and more difficult to hear everything. And I know I miss some really important stuff. Plus my kids and husband are getting impatient with me because they need to repeat so much. I think we spoke of this before but I can’t remember what your advise was.

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    1. I remember the first day I got an “instrument” (okay, hearing aid) … my girls were talking in another room and I chimed in. “You heard that?!” was their response … ha!

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  4. The documentation here is amazing. Then how you turned the object into a flat work was stunning. I think the disconnect with Acey’s instructions (I experienced that too — like somehow I couldn’t quite remember what they said, even when I read them more than once) had to do with how they reached inside in a particular (and challenging way) and less to do with being hearing or instruction-impaired. Perhaps I speak only for myself here.

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    1. Interesting to note that they were far from flat … which doesn’t convey in the photography. The “stone” sinks down, well-like, while the “seed” builds up like a hill. Lots of potential metaphor in there …

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  5. Your post reminded me of the interior/exterior dance that happens in my mind too. Starting out all open and at attention, then wandering off into memory and association as what I am taking in triggers internal connections. Its like weaving in a way….prompts from outside intertwine with the images they provoke. I have enjoyed watching your responses to the collage project.

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