There’s a flowing combination of child and woman in my little collages. I realized this time that, while a lot of people use collage to put layer upon layer, I really like sparseness. One photo with a line pulled from another part of the magazine. A small picture and a poem.
It’s amazing that I’ve learned to parent myself, my scared, anxious, creative, happy little 8 yr old inner-child. That I am both the woman enjoying her body and the day she wakes up to and also the little girl playing dress up. I am the protector, the historian, the being living this life.
And I appreciate it so.