This purely intuitive collage began with tissue paper that was torn, wrinkled and glued down with matte medium then painted, rubbed and highlighted. There is always light at the end of the tunnel.
Meanwhile discussion and ideas have begun for the scholarship fund we will be setting up in Carla's name. I want to thank everyone from the QuiltArt list who emailed me with information, suggestions and experiences. Your guidance has helped us find a direction. Initial thoughts are that the scholarship will be nebulous enough to help a child in any artistic pursuit (be it the visual, musical or written arts) and to be granted to a child of any age at our discretion. We plan to arrange this as an investment fund so the scholarship will be self supporting and ongoing. Carla was an extremely generous girl and we know this is making her smile, while giving us some solace.
8 comments:
Carla would be happy to see a child blessed in that way, I'm sure. I like your portal work, too. It's always good to think about the light at the end of the tunnel - and how many tunnels we've come through in the past, not without pain, but with a different perspective to bring to life.
your work is lovely! thank you for visiting my blog...
I think a scholarship fund in Carla's name is a terrific idea. Anything at all that I can do to help, please ask. I would love to be as involved as possible.
Hi Denise, I love this collage. It looks like a mystical experience.
Andrea
Have you worked on this since you first posted it, or did I not at first see the lovely 'flowers' by the door ...? or what seems to be a 'presence' within it?
It's difficult to have the festive season descend so quickly after someone passes. I thought of you and your husband with hope for some surcease of sorrow.
Melanie...I did add to the Portals college after first posting it...sometimes these things call out for more attention as time passes! We are managing to make the best of this holiday season. Time is slowly moving on and bringing us along for the ride.
Denise
Ah. I always enjoy seeing things in different stages of development. The great metaphysical questions of art: What to put in, what to leave out, how do you know when you're done?
I'm glad the holidays are treating you well. In 1976, my brother drowned on Columbus Day. On the one hand, in retrospect I'm glad the holidays came up and went by while we were all still somewhat dazed; on the other, it's never easy. It hurts differently, less sharply, as time goes on, even all this time later.
But somtimes the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlights of an oncoming train!
Post a Comment