Hello, dear. How's your week begun? Mine looks a bit busy - lots and lots of photo editing since I've finally managed to photograph all the older books I want to put in a gallery on the new website. The website is coming together slowly but surely; I try to avoid the gravitational pull of working on it non-stop until it's done, as hours hunched over a laptop do so much damage to my body it would take weeks if not months to recuperate.
Self care appears to be a current theme around here, and it's something I should've learnt many, many years earlier. Part of my game plan is keeping up with the various projects I have in my life, so I don't need to feel guilty about not having made art in weeks, or about not having made any progress with the books I'd planned some time in August. A little progress with everything, every week, and I should feel quite content (and not achy, like I would if I only worked on one project at a time).
Last week's input: once again, playing around with the words of Wallace Stevens. More often than not my collages tend to be more on the feminine side, but I enjoy working with a delicate male portrait every once in a while. This vintage photo is a beautiful one, a bit torn and worn, and it has a metallic iridescent finish, like oil on water. A little helper on Instagram let me know this is degradation known as silver-mirroring. Of course I end up having a thing for damage...
The metal strips I used both sides of the photo are bits I just barely managed to save from going to trash. I now wish I'd saved more as they have such a beautiful patina and I could think of a hundred more projects to use them on. Unfortunately, I can't save everything, nor do I have the foresight to do so even when I could.
I wouldn't mind having dapper gents like him strolling in the streets where I live. But I guess I would mind if V were one of them and I'd have to iron his gear...
[EDIT: for sale here]