Collage 2

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What I like about collage is that while there is an element of play, there is also a sense of a hidden meaning.  The subconscious is directing the show from its off-stage balcony.  You could look at this piece and see it as pure abstract.  Or a compilation of scraps of paper with a bit of integration through the central figure.  But it doesn’t really matter how anyone else sees this.  The artist is taking disparate parts and making them work together.  In that way, she’s also reassembling things in her psyche that she didn’t seem to know how to sort.  Collage is similar to dream work.  The work of dreams, in my humble opinion, is to help integrate complex elements that you can’t work out with the conscious mind.

You don’t even have to consider yourself an artist to do collage!  Anyone of any age at any time can create a collage.

Here’s how you go about it.

  • Gather papers.  Magazines.  Some of your writing.  Anything that speaks to you that can be glued on a substrate.  Tear or cut images or words that appeal to you in the moment.  I like to tear a paper as I prefer  the uneven edge.
  • Choose your substrate.  Heavy cardboard, cereal box panel, canvas, mixed media paper, watercolor paper (140# weight), whatever you have.
  • Matte medium is a good paste.  Or YES brand of paste.  Or Mod Podge if there is nothing else.
  • Brushes that you don’t care about.
  • Water to clean the brushes.
  • A paper towel.
  • Paints, I prefer acrylics…but gouache works or oil pastels.  I like Caran D’Ache Neocolor II water soluble wax pastels.

Give yourself time apart.  Put on some music if you like.  Arrange the torn or cut papers on your substrate in a way that is pleasing to you.  Take a picture with your camera.  Remove the papers and then glue them on the substrate according to your photo.  Splash or brush on color as you are inclined to (or not).  Let yourself get lost in the process.  Don’t hurry it.  Don’t let anyone or anything infringe upon this time and space.  Getting lost in this process is part of the benefits of this collage journey into yourself.  Don’t be afraid of it, surrender to it.  Let it take you deep and deeper into the unknown.  It is like walking into one of your dreams, only it’s a waking dream.  Trust yourself to go there.  Trust that you’re going to return.

Stories, Perspectives and Systems

In 2018,  the film,  The Shape of Water won the Oscar for best picture.  For me, it was an intense film.  It began innocuously enough, taking place in the 1950’s.  A woman and her gay neighbor are living over a theater.  She and another friend are cleaning ladies at a large government experimental facility.  The military has captured an alien creature held under high security.  The story unfolds from there, weaving in other stories creating a larger picture.  The various perspectives are told through a sundry of character lenses–very effective storytelling.  

WIthin the structure of the film, there were the “system” stories being told, i.e., the scientific system with its particular agenda, the military machine which includes its “Five Star Generals,” the systems of class, gender and more that I haven’t named.  Operating within a system, say the military, there is a whole set of values–being a good soldier or civilian ‘soldier’ entails following orders,  climbing the ranks, career achievements, showing one’s loyalty to the system, total devotion. This system has no tolerance of “failures.”  Failing a mission, you are disposable.

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Seeing this film, brought to mind how we each have a personal
story.  Using our particular filters, we project our views onto the world.  These stories continue to propel our lives.  It is hard to step out of one’s own story to consider that what we have formulated as “the way that things are” is only our own individual story.  Likely, the one that was handed down to us at birth and which we named “true.”  We often bind ourselves to a story bouquet based on the fears, dreams, desires, flaws, etc. of our parents and ancestors.  It is seemingly impossible to unravel and find a clean thread that is entirely yours.  That’s probably not the goal anyway.  What then?

It is difficult to see outside of a system (boxes)  that we create as humans.  There are layers of complexity in what we inherit and how we integrate (or don’t integrate) our experiences.  I wonder if we stay in the same few boxes over the course of our lives or do we trade boxes?  Aren’t we all bound by something?

Perhaps, over the course of our lives, we have experiences that take us out of those boxes.  Do you?  I have had such experiences on rare occasions.

What once upon a time are you and I living?

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Perspectives

Continuing with the Questionnaire

What has remained the most
consistent?

My reply:  It takes a long time for a culture to undo historical “wrongs” and shift old beliefs.  Often, it seems that women aren’t taken very seriously to this day.  For a woman to enter the political arena, she often takes on the attitudes and attributes of the predominant male paradigm.  It is hard to consider that this woman represents feminine values if she conforms herself to what is in place within this hierarchy.

However, Ruth Bader Ginsburg comes to mind as someone who embodies woman and women’s rights while working in a predominantly male environment.

One of our modern day heroines.

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To change the world, feminine values and concerns have to be appreciated and seen as valuable for the whole of humanity and the planet.  While values of conquest, overpower, reckless use of resources, disrespect for other cultures and classes predominate, real change seems elusive.  Until our laws reflect more of what have been termed feminine values, things are proceeding in a direction that doesn’t serve anyone ultimately.

Dear Followers of Wakeupprincess.com

I’m taking a break from the blog for now.  With the loss of my friend Richard followed by the loss of my sister, Kathy, I’m feeling the grief.  So for now, time out.  Best wishes to each and every one of you.  Thank you for being in the circle of wakeupprincess.com.

If you haven’t had a chance to do the writing prompts offered with each blog post, why not give some of them a try now!

Sincerely,

Christine

Does this poem have relevance for you?

The images in this poem remind me of a surrealistic painting.
Of Mere Being
by Wallace Stevens
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance.
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Writing Prompt:
This is one of those poems that people read over and over trying to capture the relevance of it to their own lives.  Have you found something that is meaningful to you in these few verses?  Appreciating the imagery could be enough.

Entering the Wilderness with Vivaldi!

Today, rainy and wet outdoors, I decide “It’s a good painting day.”

Many an art instructor suggests that you “paint to music.”  I rev up Spotify to see what is on my playlist.  Ah, Antonio Vivaldi.  I wonder what inspired him?  Brushes and paints in the ready.  Take me away, Antonio!  Immediately I’m immersed in an intense and manic Vivaldi. I go manic on the canvas.  Then, abruptly, the music shifts to lyrical and light.  WHAT!

Do I stay with the manic?  Or do I transition into lyrical as I’m painting?  Or, do I turn the music off completely?  Guess what?  I, that means you too, can do whatever I (or you) want.  I can stay with Vivaldi on speed or adapt to lyrical…or shut the music off entirely.  Vivaldi’s Storm, at least, got this painting off the ground! Right?

 

Painting or Writing Prompt:
What does this music inspire in you?  Take three minutes and listen to this piece with pen and paper nearby.  Afterwards, take your journal and write away!  Let your writing be in direct response to where Vivaldi’s music takes you.  Or grab your paints, a large brush and a piece of 140# weight watercolor paper–a large sheet is the most fun–play Vivaldi’s Storm as you play on the substrate.

 

“This Is I Who…”

Repetition is a writer’s and poet’s deepening tool.  I said, “Repetition is a writer’s and poet’s deepening tool.”  Repetition is a way of giving emphasis and getting someone’s attention.  The repeated line typically begins each new stanza.
The lead line is a driving and deepening force for me as the writer. For the reader, it provides a rhythm and induces a trance-like quality when reading the poem.

I do not know who originated this writing exercise.  I only know that I have borrowed it. I thank the author and if I could give you credit, I certainly would because it is very important to me to give credit where it is due.  This exercise makes good use of repetition.  Here is my version of a poem using repetition; it is neither edited nor crafted yet.  It is actually stream of consciousness about the way I begin a new day.  The one borrowed and repeated line is “This is I who…”  Please note that sometimes the repeated line can be implied and not actually stated.

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This is I who…
lies in bed amidst the tumbled-down covers and forgotten dreams,
cranky like a flower bud pried open too soon.  I who would like to curl backwards into the secure fist of sleep and let the world do what it does…”call me when the war is over”.

This is I who…
says a prayer to my God of choice, not chance “…and let it be a good day.  Let me be respectful of self and other…” as I stretch into my feet, arms raised in a half-hazard salute, twirling my legs over the side of the bed, sitting upright.  Smiling at my reflection in the passing mirror on my way to the bathroom…hair spiky like liberty herself, skin less green.

This is I who…
sock-footed, pads  to the kitchen to brew that first cup of Argentinian Yerba Mate, promise of mental clarity and sustained physical energy.  Returning to bed with the blue and white dragon cup, made in China, set prestigiously on the nightstand.  My latest knitting project pulled onto my lap like a recalcitrant cat…knit and purl, knit and purl, knit and purl to end of row.

who…
slinks into my leotards, flicks on the tv like an automatic friend.  “Bend your elbows, fists clenched, arms pulled back, breathe in.”

I who…
boils water, 1/3 cup of oats with raisins.  Toasts a fistful of almonds, sprinkles wheat germ and nutritional yeast, a splash of soymilk.

This is I who partakes.

This is I who am grateful.

Let the games begin.

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WRITING PROMPT

Try it…write your own poem or prose with the lead line THIS IS I WHO…” or any lead line of your choice.  Enjoy where you go with this.

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Writing from the daily mundane–Part One

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from the Tao of Women, by Pamela K. Metz & Jacqueline L. Tobin

“The muse’s energy is tapped when you stop
and listen to the silence inside.  Creating
sparks of brilliance from barely glowing
embers, she is only a breath away.
Expressions of the self wait to be birthed.
Look to the potter’s hands, the weaver’s eye,
the basket maker’s techniques.
The creative spirit lives on in women’s tasks.”

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One way that we tap the quiet space inside is through our repetitive tasks.  Though society has devalued women’s work, we no longer need to abide that false notion for what has been termed mundane is often where we find our muse–especially when we are able to be fully present with the task at hand.

WRITING PROMPT:

  1. How do you perceive this quote from The Tao of Women?
  2. Consider ways that you experience creativity (in any form) in your life?
  3. Do you garner gifts from your daily repetitive tasks?  What are a few tasks and what are the gifts in them?

As you go about your day today, witness yourself in your repetitive tasks.