If Walls Could Talk
This collage is another one from the series incorporating black Washi paper. Would you believe that just as the holiday season is cranking up into full gear, all I want to do is get out there in my studio and just make art? Yes, I think you would. But that kind of time is going to have to wait till next week after all the festivities are over. Maybe I can duck out there early tomorrow morning. It would make me feel so much better to just play with my beautiful papers, if only for a little bit.
Meanwhile, today was the day for another road trip to buy groceries for the holidays. I always love going through the little communities along the way, and finally managed to stop and photograph this little church beside the road.
I went to churches like this when I was young. And I do know that there was plenty for the walls to talk about if they could. My grandfather was a Southern Methodist preacher, a great practical joker, a quick wit, and teller of outlandish tales. Stories of my grandfather live on to this day. I see old churches like this and they always make me smile.
The next one is another old building I’d been wanting to photograph. This was taken from a moving car. This little structure is tiny and has been sitting there abandoned for many years. I think it has great character. I wonder what stories these walls could tell.
It wasn’t apparent until today after our road trip that the collage shown above echoes images along the the roadside and the buildings from today. So I titled it accordingly.
I hope you get some time this week to make some art.