Offering

I can't even begin to tell you how this collage came to be.  For the longest time I only made planned art.  If a planned piece took me somewhere unmapped, I was not resistant.  But I do like a plan!  The past couple years I have been winging it sometimes.  Even when I'm winging it, a plan often forms in the process of picking out the papers, thread, or fabric.

When I sat down with the papers for this collage I only knew I craved yellow.  Eventually a hand grew in the piece, and after I got used to it being there, I moved it, kept moving it, kept asking what it wanted to be.  I was so focused on the hand fluttering around the canvas, I was ignoring what it was trying to give me.