Noun: the condition of being spontaneous; spontaneous behavior or action.
“she occasionally tore up her usual dress in favor of spontaneity”
Hello, aloha, zdrastuyte, ahoj,
Please forgive our long silence, in the intervening months we have been searching for a new mutually compatible prompt to spur us on or, more accurately, lure us in another direction. I finally came up with the idea, which I doubt is original, of exchanging images as prompt. We’ll each send the other a package of 7 – 10 images. The recipient may discard up to three but must use the rest in a collage. The discarded ones will be returned to donor and she must use at least 1 in her next collage. the idea is to make something which does not attempt to illustrate a theme or an idea and is created simply as a spontaneous act of creation.
We do understand how very tricky the unconscious can be. Coyote is always prowling around our borderlands. Our clamoring minds as well always want to play- so we will write something about our what we think it might all mean or else create a poem or story to go with it. Hopefully calming both sides of our minds will calm things down and make room for other voices to emerge. The question we want to use is: What has this collage got to tell me that I don’t already know?
To add a further twist, Michelle made us both beautiful books with twelve, gorgeous, blank, pristine pages on which to create our masterpieces. They will be a kind of art journal, underscoring the fact we are not producing these collages for an audience. (You know how in the Music Man Professor Harold Hill says, “I always think there’s a band, kid?” It’s one of my all-time favorite lines, along with Archangel Michael’s, “And you just gotta remember, Sparky – no matter what they tell you – you can never have too much sugar.. .”For me, there’s always an audience. Hence the sop, which includes this blog.
Here’s my new collage, happily ensconced on the first page of my beautiful journal. It’s made of watercolor paper, with several flaps, pockets and interjections to make it more interesting. I’m hoping Michelle will tell you how to make it or at least give out a link. All the images except for the background, elfish female, green plant and the persimmons are ones Michelle sent to me. The green elf in the center is a picture of mine she sent back. She found my elf creepy and ugly. She seems winsome, bold and magical to me- no accounting for all the mysterious associations lurking beneath the surface of our psyches. The mythic always pops up in my collage and here, once again, The Triple Goddess. I’ve been reading about Ireland so maybe that’s why this fey green creature appeals so much. I think she’s the crone of the trio; because she’s fairy folk her five hundred odd years sit easy on her. The doors interest me- perhaps they lead to another world- theirs or ours, which one do the viewers inhabit? And I just love that spiral pillar though I had to chop off the static bronze flame it originally held, and add a bit of ” green fuse.” The buttons are cut from a larger strip of paper, itself cut from a printed page. I couldn’t figure out where to put them so I pasted them on the peacock’s eyes. There’s a rich vein of meaning to plunge! Actually, I was thinking of the Neil Gaiman based movie, Coraline, in which the bad mother substitutes buttons for real eyes.. Scary, creepy and clever,clever metaphor. This collage holds an air of expectancy for me. Like the moment when the heroine hovers on the top step of the basement stairs before continuing her descent. Hhmmm…