Remember when we used to write in private journals with lovely covers and thick, rich paper?
I used to write in spiral and hard bound journals instead of out here on the Internet.
Similarly, before I had photoshop I used to do collage.
A few days ago I wrote about a collage that I made.
Some of you asked me to post a photo of it, but I don't have one.
The piece is really large and doesn't fit well in a single photo frame.
Every time I try to take a photo of even one of the female figures, the glare from the glass makes the image impossible to see.
[Maybe I have to invite Angela over to get a proper photo of it.]
Anyway, as I trolled through my photos to see if I did have any of this particular collage, I found the sketch that I did first, the drawing that led to the collage.
I'm terrible at drawing.
Kind of like this...
Some of it is just whimsy, like this...
The last thing I found was a sketch for a collage I intended to do, but never did.
It was going to be a portrait of myself.
I planned to make my face out of a map of New Mexico, the place my ex-husband and I visited on our final vacation together.
It was the last time we were really whole.
In the collage I planned, my hair was going to be made entirely of text using all the different words for crazy.
[All the names my ex-husband called me in the end. ]
Looking back, I guess I didn't make this collage because I never really believed him.
Our relationship didn't end because I was crazy.
It takes two to kill a relationship.