It occurred to me recently that what I want to do with my artwork, putting many elements together, is Collage.
Not with photographs or magazine images or old advertisements or whatever else comes to mind when I think of "Collage." Not found images made by others. But all my own stuff.
I am trying to relax my grip on how tightly I hang onto ideas and beliefs.
I scribbled on some scraps:
Just tear this strip into squares. No particular shapes.
Random squares torn off. Uneven. They don't have to be perfect. Nothing needs to be perfect. This is how I stop that behavior. Making. Doing, Stop thinking so much. It never matters.
Because I tend to let ideas lay on the floor like dirty laundry, that night I tore up those strips and glued them onto Painting 4, along with one of the "Trash" figures:
I also glued down these Art Journaling pieces (onto quarter sheets of Stonehenge):
I'm going to break my habit of holding back, hesitating, plugging up my energy. The only solution is to work, work, work, and keep going.
One morning I managed to paint on Painting 4.
I am trying to keep the momentum going.