No, I’m not talking about my housekeeping system, though it describes that too. I’m talking about the art of collage. I used to do it. It was very therapeutic. I had all kinds of magazines (mostly catalogs actually), glue, paper –mostly scrap paper, hey, I was a poor college student! — and such. I’d cut out pictures and glue them together to make interesting collages. It was fun and, for me, a completely useless art. I mean, nothing I created was something I’d hang on the wall, and nor was anything I created something I’d give to friends. And heaven knows that I wasn’t going to keep anything I made out of bits of paper until the end of my days… and it surely wasted a whole lot of paper. But it was fun, and doing it calmed my frazzled nerves. I did it a lot of collage during my first year in college.
My preferred flavor of collage was more text based. I’m not a visual person, I don’t do pictures well because I have no sense of depth, though I seem to be getting better at that. Anyway, so I had a lot of words and quotes in my collages mixed in with my cut out pictures. I also was one of those people (and there are different types) who would cut the picture as close to the edge of what was being pictured as possible, so no background would show. That’s very difficult with letters! But it had to be done that way. I also liked my letters to be put together in the style of movie kidnapper ransom notes. I dunno if people actually wrote ransom notes like this, but I kinda like the style. So yeah, my collages had a bunch of text like that in them.
So I’d spend hours upon hours just putting together these collages. Like I said, it was therapeutic. Cutting out little pictures until my hand cramped and then cutting more. I had glue all over the place in my little bedroom that I had in my uncle’s place (first place I stayed in college before getting my RV). Glue and little bits of paper… everywhere. No matter how much I cleaned up there was just flakes of glue and little bits of paper. My uncle never figured out why I was getting so many wish books (catalogs — I wish I had this, I wish I could afford that… wish books) when I never bought anything. Catalogs are free you know, just ask the company to send you one, and they’ll gladly send them to you, and so will their sister company, and the company they sold your name and address to, and so on and so forth. I got a ton of fodder for my collages and didn’t have to spend a dime. I used the backs of my rough drafts for the blank paper to make the collages, and okay… I had to buy the glue, but glue is cheap. I got it at the dollar store. It was an inexpensive hobby, and a fun one, but in the end I quit it because I truly felt that it was wasteful and I felt guilty for creating things I was only going to throw away.
Anyway, I did do collages for a while. Like I said, it was a useless hobby (for me) but it got me through a very dark time — right after the psycho ex. I don’t have any of them left because as I mentioned, I tossed them as soon as I finished them. Mine were basically pictures I liked grouped in settings that I liked with words that I liked. They had particular meanings while I tried to work through some of the crazy stuff that was going on inside of my head. And at that point in time, I was dealing with a lot of stuff. My collages didn’t make beautiful pictures like the one’s I’m sharing with you today, dear reader. No, mine were as my title says — organized chaos. So yeah, I made them, admired my handiwork if I liked them, or tore them up if I didn’t like them (which is also good for the soul), and they all went in the trash one way or another. If I had half the talent as the artist here, I might have kept them, but nope. Mine were like a kindergartener’s drawings compared to these. But I had fun doing it, and that’s what matters.
via Photo Challenge: Collage
PS… I thought this was the daily prompt… not the photo challenge… Oh well. guess I won’t post it to the photo challenge as I have no idea what that’s all about. But I won’t let a good blog post go to waste so y’all still get to read it. ^_^