Day 7, Art Every Day
This little collage is my entry for Day 7. It is weaker than I would like it to be. It is something I've had rolling around in my mind for a long time and although I like the placement and scale of the people I think I would like them to be developed differently.
It's interesting gluing down these old photos because part of me has a little bit of panic about it. Oh no, I'm ruining this picture! But the truth is these pictures were all in a box of reject pictures, pictures that never made it into an album.
I love this little photo, even though it's sort of random at best. My grandmother took it and she was well known for missing the moment, cutting off people's heads or half their bodies in the picture plane. The focus of this picture, according to the writing on the back, was my mother opening a gift. What she got, of course, was my dad playing with us kids and the dog.
This photo was taken when I was 4 and my sister was 1. The dog is Liza, my first and most wonderful friend and companion. When I was around 8 she kept me from being hit by a car by stepping in front of me and pushing me back in the yard. My mother, who witnessed this, never got over it and Liza was a heroine for the rest of her days.
Here is a close up of one part of the collage and drawing.
I just realized as I was getting ready to post this that I am posting it on the anniversary of my parents' failed marriage oh so many years ago.
My parents were divorced (after several separations) when I was 10. Both went on to have long and successful second marriages.

















