and some more

I had to learn to think, feel and say in an entirely new fashion, in an uneducated way, in my own way, which is the hardest thing in the world.  I had to throw myself into the current knowing I would probably sink. -Henry Miller

And here are a few more 2011 collages.  I never knew I did so many well at at least as many as I did and in a way I'm surprised cause they are always so irritating just because they take first a giant collecting effort even though its mostly trash.  You still gotta go through everything that comes in and feel for some sort of affinity with other stuff you've already got.

Everywhere you go you see things and think about them like is this it?  Will this be the right true and correct thing?  And you take them home and put all of it in separate piles giant piles of trash and even after that you begin resorting the piles and grouping the sketch of the collage.

Either before or after or before and after you lay out eight or twelve sheets of white paper which you have prepared already and you delicately sneak up on it and gently lay a scrap of paper on there…the beginning of a new collage and you slowly start speeding up adding different pieces some maybe ideas that are posted for you on the scraps or some sort of interesting space will appear, some odd shape and it builds and builds and then like a giant pile of trash it falls apart completely, and you start building it again with just a few pieces and a completely new shape appears.

And you fall into a dream like reading a geography book on Peru to the old lady who bakes the cookies down the street and she becomes younger while you do this out-loud reading and you get constantly older -you're thinking about that story while your checking scraps of paper turning them over to look at the back-sides, it just goes on and on, then maybe if you're lucky at the end you will have four or maybe five or six of them and then comes the gluing process in which they change again.  Always, maybe just a little but probably much more...

At he end…the end which takes days of this sort of whatever it is, you will end up with a few that you like and a couple you don't like, or they don't like you.

Keep braiding one's wavelengths back into oneself.  That way they gain more external power and surround us with a huge affective and protective zone.  Don't talk about this. Never talk about our secret methods.  If we talk about them they stop working.  -Jean Cocteau

I think of Henry Miller out in the back yard swimming with his paintings letting much of the earlier paint come off.