Recently I collaborated with
on a piece about silence, a topic becoming more and more important to me.The world is at war with the quiet, and the noise is a kind of violence. The sound is so loud. So enveloping. So all-consuming. So prevalent. I can't remember consenting to it.
Collage is my way of taking pieces of it and reusing it. Turning it into something different. Recycling the clatter without adding to it.
I'm trying to do the same thing with words. To find phrases and bits of language, and to reassemble them into something with more meaning than the clangor if what it was before.
Below you'll find two collages featuring fragments of found text that I hope are reconstructed into something almost poetic. I tried to do something similar last week, and it's something I'd like to explore more.
Scraps and fragments:
P.S. I’ve been participating in the Index-Card-a-Day Challenge - Day 3-5 below:
Love a piece of found text in a collage - they immediately become resonant. Recently experimenting with some blackout poetry which has a similar effect - would be good to combine with collage work at some point.
I liked finding lyrical snippets of the longer text inside the images.