Why I cut and paste
When I was about four years old I was visiting my grandmother, a treat since we lived miles apart and I didn't see her often. To entertain me she handed me a scrapbook that she had made. It was full of images -- mostly angels cut from Christmas cards and pasted on the black pages. I remember spending "hours" turning the pages, contemplating the pictures, wondering and thinking. This was probably my first memorable spiritual experience. Years later I asked my grandmother for that old scrapbook and was sorry to learn that it had been pitched years ago. She seemed shocked that I even recalled it and surprised that I would want it. As a friend recently said, "And you've been cutting and pasting ever since."
This collage -- ModPodge, tissue wrapping paper and a magazine image -- shows how cozy and safe I feel sometimes, like a baby squirrel hidden in its nest. (Click to enlarge.)
It'a amazing how much we soak up as children and how relatives don't realise it. I idolised an aunt but she would have been shocked had she known! The book may be gone but it still lives on inside you.
ReplyDeleteThis is so filled with comfort and warmth. Really nice. I see you have been working regularly and persistently. I'm working thru my mail so I will see all your wonderful art. So, what did your girls think of your collage?
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