Sometimes we get can get lost in simply living life, raising our children, and our everyday responsibilities. We often lose our own identities and forget about the goals and possibilities that we have always wanted to reach. We ignore the creativity of our inner child, setting it aside as trivial and immature. Collages can help us all open up our creative and artistic sides to create a sense of peace or to define who we are, were, or wish to become at this moment. [source]
Collage by Darcy Glip: “Katie and her camel had 3 doves.”
I am drawn to the metaphoric significance of the dead bird in my graphic novel even though I am uncertain what the metaphor is.
I come across these sacred moments on my walks and always pay attention. I stay still. And try to listen.
My friends are sharing in my search for the meaning.
My search continues. I seek out meaning in literature. Since I was 10, I come back to Oscar Wilde’s story of the nightingale. I cannot read it without a profusion of tears for the nightingale and its sacrifice.
The lastest pasting session was interesting as it brought me into new locations and into new dialogues.
I pasted BLU by myself- first time I didn’t have my team with me. I almost made it to a train, but glad a found a perfect, “permanent” spot instead.
My friend, Darcy, joined me for a session in Deep Cove:
The following portrait is very special to me as it was created when visiting a young man in custody a few weeks back. As we worked on his portrait together, we spoke freely about why he (finally) found himself in custody.
After I explained my current project, the young man chose a certain spot for me to paste him. Upon seeing the spot though, Darcy and I decided (not only because it was inundated with picnickers) that the forest would be a much more healing spot for the portrait to go.
My wish is that this young man enters his next chapter in his life with greater self-understanding and more accountability for how he has affected his community and community members. I love talking to him, especially these days, as I see his mask dissolving.
[Both the subject and his mother have given me permission to post his portrait.]
… And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Spent an amazing day with Darcy yesterday creating and chatting and eating in his beautiful new space. Reconnecting with old friends is very healing.
Find the recipe at:
I added a few things, Tandoori spice to the onions near the end of cooking as well as crumbled pecans. Instead of dijon mustard I used a good Stone ground mustard. Added a thin orange slice for looks and the rest is verbatim. I doubled the recipe and it made enough for 2 doz+. “Tartlets”. – Darcy
Darcy’s eye is always roaming for beautiful moments:
Darcy is a talented and inspiring artist specializing in art brut style paintings and collaging.