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Week one, May 24, 2008
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Looking into a mirror,
Look past the surface, look through the obvious, what do you see?
Metaphor; mirror as metaphor. Look into a mirror, look into my eyes, look into my soul. Art as mirror, look into my art, look through my eyes, look into my soul.
| | A Handle on Evolution
Week two, May 28, 2008
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| | The Road To...
Week three, June , 2008
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Normally i'm very content to allow the collage to go where it will. With "Road to.." i set myself the task of sticking to my start, no matter what! | |  | | | |  | Frozen in Time
Week four, June 13, 2008
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| | Unicorn's Fancy
Week five, June 23, 2008
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Sometimes the mind grasps hard onto an image, an idea, like a dog with a bone the mind does not always know when to let go. My original idea for this collage was a good one, but it would not complete itself. Sometimes the bravest act of creativity is simply letting go. | | Shiva at Sambo's
Week six, June 24, 2008
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On a recent visit to Delaware friends took us to their favorite restaurant, a crab shack, called Sambo's. Very definitely food for the gods!! | |  | |  | |  | Blind Eye of Alchemy
Week seven, July 06, 2008
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I guess this was an extra long week. Oops! | | Neither Black or White
Week eight, July 11, 2008
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| | Times Target
Week nine, July 21, 2008
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Ah, i've been in a very unsettled state of mind lately. I find that all the imagery i'm dealing with has a melancholy tinge with a generous topping of surrealism. | |  | |  | |  | I was Afraid
Week ten, July 29, 2008
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I was born in the early fifties, and grew up in the sixties. I remember the Cold War, The Cuban Missile Crisis. I went to a Catholic grade school. We got a weekly reader, "The Treasure Chest", inside of which was an ongoing story about a good nuclear family. The children were encouraged to turn their parents in, if they suspected them of Communist leanings. No wonder i had re-occurring dreams, the most potent of them was of bombs falling and my father standing in the middle of the yard, calling me into the house where it would be safe. I was afraid. | | Ancestor Shrine for Zippy
Week eleven, August 3, 2008
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My husband, unwittingly gave me the inspiration for this one when he made a comment about people enjoying my work, but not "getting it". Good old Zippy. | | Travel with the Perfect Girl
Week twelve, August 11, 2008
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A conversation with my mother, about traveling across country with my youngest sister and her children planted the seed for this collage. Wow! I'm a quarter of the way through this project. | |
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