I pretty much hate collage. I probably don’t like it because I’m not good at it. That’s usually the case, right? Collage takes a delicate touch to do it well, and I’m likely to snip a picture I’m cutting right in half.
I’m in a drawing rut. I spend most my free time at the easel. I’ve lost the skill and comfort of just accidentally scribbling out ideas. I have this large moleskine sketchbook with intimidating blank pages. I decided to force myself into doing something that makes me uncomfortable.
I have these ridiculous old books all about witchcraft, ghosts and the paranormal and some vintage science books. I also have a box full of glittery paper, scissors and rubber cement.
This has actually been a fun exercise. When I feel like I can’t draw or paint, I can just sit my butt down for cut and paste time.
The plan is to draw and paint on the same pages as the collages. I’m clearly sticking with familiar themes, but I hope the pictures and paper may kick start some new ideas. Marking those pristine pages up creates an anchor for my head.