Ever since grade school, I have loved making collages. Whether it be decorating our Valentine’s Day boxes or getting the Health assignment to make a collage that represents you on poster board. I think I was the only one who used every little bit of white on the poster, and packed mine the fullest with images. I hope that is somewhere at home still. When I was little, I came up with the idea of a “memory box”, which is probably unoriginal. I made a box out of pieces of cardboard taped together (why didn’t I just find a real box?), and then papermached it with newspaper. Then I covered it with magazine images that I liked. I never finished it and it’s in my parents’ basement, hopefully not getting eaten by mice like my other papermached creations did.


In college, we had little decoupage parties in the dining room (yeah girls’ school!). Around the time of the Bush/Gore election that was in limbo throughout the wee hours of post-election day (the last Bush election was my friggin birthday…grrrrr), I had decoupaged a vase. With light blue tissue paper underneath (I am a registered Dem.), I semi-covered it with images of Bush and Gore. Yes, most people would react to an election with protests, pamphlets, debates. I react to things via craft. Inside the vase I put a cut out quote from Bush, “I’m going to be Everybody’s President.” Well, we all know how that turned out. In the center, if you noticed, it says Carpe Diem. Who’s that guy underneath there? Who did I vote for?

Around the same time, I decoupaged a vase for my sister, with a yellow tissue paper background and Thomas Kincaid catalog cut outs. In case you don’t know, he is the “Painter of Light” you see in malls. My sister and I liked to make fun of him, and say the words “Thomas Kincaid: Painter of Light” in a sarcastic way. Sorry, Tom.

For my two-year anniversary I made this for Ian:

It’s a framed collage of pictures, ticket stubs, pamphet cut outs, all from places we have been together. The red vinyl couch from the old apartment’s porch is somewhere we used to sit a lot, and where Ian told me he loved me for the first time. Aww how cute. There is Methodist Hospital’s logo, since I’ve spent some time there as well as some vacations we were able to take. The frame is painted white, and the mat is blue, two of the four colors of the stripes on our office nook wall. Every part of it is significant in some way, and all have to do with the two of us, even without any pictures of us. That was the point, to show who we are without actually doing so. That way, you don’t focus on our faces, but rather look at each image and try to figure out what it means. There is no focal point, and I tried to balance the colors so there wasn’t one. (Chihuly makes that difficult)

I’ve always been anti-people in some ways, in my creative endeavors, which is the complete opposite of my life I guess. Maybe that’s why. People overload when I was teaching, or being a floor manager at the museum, or going out with friends a lot. I like taking pictures without people in them; even when I played with my dollhouse as a little kid, the little people mostly stayed in a box. I was more concerned with rearranging the rooms and furniture. The family was always moving out of the dollhouse and into a new house, which was really the same dollhouse. Sometimes I’d put them on the back porch where you couldn’t see them. I think I find that people are distracting to the landscape, unless the pictures are black and white, but there’s always a time and a place for people pictures. Like the Bush/Gore collage, which is nothing BUT people images and a few words.