I am literally dreaming in three sides now, trying to overlay triangles with people all night long. Maybe it’s the rubber cement fumes or the spring allergy medication, but my brain feels as though it’s being reprogrammed to see into a different dimension. Is this really 2-D art? I am trying to present something 3D in multiple fractured viewpoints all at one time. Each triangle in my collage is a world into itself, requiring me to cut and paste individual papers to make up a different angle and distance of one portion of a complete whole that’s been flattened onto a canvas. The fact that it’s partially a self-portrait makes this even more ridiculous. I may be getting a little obsessive about this collage, and so I’m planning to take a break from it next week. Perhaps by the end of May I can escape this nightmarish landscape . . . .
Yes, I’m still cutting out triangles and making mini-collages on them to try to capture the fragmented view of my husband and me as reflected in a stainless steel sculpture. I’m down to our faces now, and a mild panic has set in. So far, the foreheads and hairlines look like 1980’s computer graphics, but who knows what will happen as I add “eyes” and “noses” of cut magazine paper . . .
My studio isn’t clean and neat any longer; now it’s covered in slivers of (mostly) white purchased and found papers. I’m recreating an image of my husband and me cast on a stainless steel mirrored sculpture which is part of the permanent collection at the High Museum in Atlanta (Untitled by Anish Kapoor).
This is probably one of the craziest collages I’ve ever attempted because each triangle must be precisely cut so that all points line up. It’s slow going, but somehow intriguing. Although the image I’m recreating is vertical (portrait), I’m working on it horizontally (landscape) because I’m using the biggest canvas I’ve ever before attempted—30”x20”—and my arms aren’t long enough to work at it any other way. Oddly, I’ve opted to work in rows from right to left, starting at the top of the design.
This is another example of unpredictable outcome—I have no idea what this will end up looking like, whether I can pull off this illusion or not, and even if I do, whether it will be readable. It contains repeating images of parts of our faces, too, and I’m not sure how I’m going to recreate fragmented human faces using only cut up magazine ads.
Once again I feel my vision changing: now I’m seeing the world as a tessellation of convex polygons. (This, from someone who barely passed geometry in 10th grade and never went any further in math??)