Collage Day!
Here is the collage I made in honor of Elizabeth Bishop's birthday. She is my favorite poet. Her poetry has not only saved my grade from dying in the throes of my own apathy (because the usual curricula bores me to tears), but it has also caused me to bolt upright while reading it, recognizing experiences so similar to my own. And her poems are beautifully illustrated. The imagery, the words are just ... extraordinary. I don't know, it's all just gorgeous is what it is. So I made this collage with a rather lengthy journal entry to accompany it because obviously the magazines I own don't contain a thousand images of Elizabeth Bishop. Sadly, some of the border had to be cropped due to the size of my scanner screen which can't accomade the behemoth size of this journal.
The remaining two were made for no particular special reason, other than serving as material to fill the bored hours, or really to procrastinate the day away to save me a few moments longer from the evil of History 248 studying.
I saw the picture of the father holding his autistic son to his chest and I was spell-bound, and needed to somehow stamp that beautiful image into my journal. So I created a collage about fathers to surround it.
And I kind of hate this next collage, but am posting it in the interest of full disclosure. I won't say what it's about because I'm kind of ashamed of the whole page. In fact, I almost want to rip it out I'm so disappointed with it.
But to end on a better note (at least artistically), let me just post an old collage about the timelessness, and grace almost, of literature. How the written word provides hope for the enslaved, dreams for the ordinary, and light for the way. And aren't her veiled eyes mesmerizing? Almost haunting.
Tomorrow is Women's Studies day and that thought alone is lovely enough to calm the residual Monday agitation. Although tomorrow katarina will not be in attendance in UH, which means I don't have someone whose notebook I can peruse, meaning I actually have to take really good notes for once.
The remaining two were made for no particular special reason, other than serving as material to fill the bored hours, or really to procrastinate the day away to save me a few moments longer from the evil of History 248 studying.
I saw the picture of the father holding his autistic son to his chest and I was spell-bound, and needed to somehow stamp that beautiful image into my journal. So I created a collage about fathers to surround it.
And I kind of hate this next collage, but am posting it in the interest of full disclosure. I won't say what it's about because I'm kind of ashamed of the whole page. In fact, I almost want to rip it out I'm so disappointed with it.
But to end on a better note (at least artistically), let me just post an old collage about the timelessness, and grace almost, of literature. How the written word provides hope for the enslaved, dreams for the ordinary, and light for the way. And aren't her veiled eyes mesmerizing? Almost haunting.
Tomorrow is Women's Studies day and that thought alone is lovely enough to calm the residual Monday agitation. Although tomorrow katarina will not be in attendance in UH, which means I don't have someone whose notebook I can peruse, meaning I actually have to take really good notes for once.