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The Ballet

October 20, 2010

When my daughter was very, very young her art thoroughly explored the iconography of the ballet. Kind of like Degas. But her particular fascination was with the jeté, and her dancers were always surrounded by the bouquets thrown by their adoring admirers. She drew about three hundred pictures like this one:

When I make collages, I never work with any particular result in mind. I cut out a bunch of images, throw them on the table, and move them around until something emerges. When this frog’s head landed on this runner’s legs it looked familiar. I added a few roses… and voilà!

Parsnip Boy to the Rescue

January 15, 2010

I don’t spend all my time cutting up old magazines.

Sometimes I cut up art books. And seed catalogs. Circus posters.

Pretty much anything I can get my hands on.

In 1998 I had my first one-woman show at a gallery in Portland, ME, and “parsnip boy to the rescue” was featured on the invitation to the opening.

parsnip-slide

Parsnip boy’s outstretched arms are borrowed from a sleeping dog, and he is flying through 18th century London.

The Early Days, Part I

January 1, 2010

It was in 1985 that I first glued the words “intellectuals gone bad” onto a picture clipped from a vintage National Geographic.

Intellectuals gone bad - the very first collage

Overnight I had gone from stay-at-home-mom to sole-bread-winner, and I was, to say the least, ill-prepared. I made an appointment with a career counselor. She asked “what can you do?” I told her “I can make collages.” Right.
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