I create collages.
(It took me a while to figure out the correct verb to use. Is “collage” itself a verb? Should I say, “I collage”? Is “I do collage” better? Maybe “I make collages”? I settled on “I create collages.”)
My last boyfriend (the most recent one, and probably the last one I will ever have) would disparage my collage work by sarcastically asking me if I was cutting out little bits of paper again. He didn’t take anything I did seriously; it wasn’t simply confusion about why I was cutting images out of magazines and catalogs.
This is a collage I did on the front of a journal I bought with a gift certificate last Christmas.
I created five collages for an art show in January of this year at the Happy Belly Deli in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. All of the pieces in the show could be no larger than 6″x4″, postcard size. I didn’t take photos of the pieces before I submitted them because my camera had quit working, and I haven’t gotten them back yet. The last I heard, the Happy Belly Deli went belly up, and the woman who organized the show had not been able to get into the building to retrieve the art. Supposedly, the landlord did not have a key to his own property. I don’t know why the person who was running the deli didn’t let the organizer in to get the art. In any case, I hope to get those pieces back. When I do, I’ll post photos because I think they’re awesome.