This website is a portfolio of my work in collage and altered art.
I see beauty in everyday objects from the past and like to re-purpose them in artful ways in my pieces. A trio of old door knobs, well worn from all that opening and shutting, the patina is perfect.An ordinary document, for the sale of a parcel of land, so beautifully written, on parchment paper.
The steamer trunk is all neatly packed with all essentials necessary for the transatlantic voyage. She carefully affixes the tags to her luggage. The crows foot is for good luck. Will it arrive safely? Will she?
Ephemera: handmade paper, cigar label, poison labels and reproductions of vintage calling card for a corset company in Marseille; a postcard of La Grande Roue, Paris, an old photo; an old map; a ticket for the launch of the TItanic; vintage postal label.
A very French Hen gingerly negotiates her path amongst the aquamarine jelly fish on her way to select her “parfum préfèré” from the exclusive Paris salon. Will she have time for a chou à la crème chez Odette before making the journey homeward.
A crow at work. Watching from the Water tower. Checking on the gauges. All systems ready to go.
This is number one in a series of three mixed media collages called “A MURDER OF CROWS”. Probably one of the greatest collective nouns around A MURDER. It is right up there with A GAGGLE! Flock and School just fade in comparison really.
Old family photos and keepsakes languishing in the bottom drawer, treasured yet rarely viewed. With a little imagination and some help from Photoshop, you can easily create something worth hanging on your wall that has meaning for you.
My mother and her pal at 8 years old in 1933. In the back ground I layered a picture of my great grandmother’s house from the turn of the century with two pages from my mother’s autograph book from 1937. One page from her own mother and one from her pal Mae. I decided to chop the photo to allow the word mother to peek through. There are in fact the three generations of mothers represented here. I scanned all the documents so I did not actually chop the photo and still have all the original family documents.
My grandmother’s message to my mother
You will pass through this world but once. Therefore any good that you can do or any kindness that you can show to any person, do it now. Do not defer it nor neglect it. For you will not pass this way again.
My mother at aged 21. My father was courting her. He loved this picture and kept it on his night stand all through their married years. In the background I layered a letter he wrote her during their courtship with a picture of my father and his cousin building the house that was to become our family home. This piece represents both my parents and our family home. I use Photoshop Elements to layer pictures and text. I like that I can choose the opacity and light in the layering.
Grommet, grommet, grommet…mission accomplished, thirteen, slightly odd tags completed as planned, I will put my grommet tool away….for now. The tags are all tucked snugly into a galvanized tin on the coffee table, waiting…..
British Army trainees exercising on a vintage French calling card; Heart Stimulant tablets, for obvious reasons; and a bus ticket stub the grommet hides the number 13.
Three vintage seashells (one hidden by a Blackpool bus ticket) on an antique French letter from the 1700 s.
Antique bees on French typography; a dancing girl in stop motion and an Eiffel Tower faux-postage stamp all affixed on a Post Card from World War I. On the postcard Juliette from Belgium, is beseeching her Canadian lover Harvey, to reply to her outpourings of love in previous cards… to no avail. Alas Harvey, the scoundrel, has received many such post cards from other European lasses unbeknownst to Juliette. I happen to be in possession of his collection that he kept all his life…perhaps as a reminder of his wild days during the war, having settled for a life of conventionality in a small Canadian town. Thank you to Lori for gifting me her Uncle Harvey’s post card collection. I promised Lori that I would be kind to Juliette as she had written so many unrequited messages.