Reworking/Reconsidering the Cards

Yesterday afternoon I worked further on some of Saturday's cards, and started new ones, so I'd have enough to choose 10-ish to send to Jade as promised. I was overthinking the project's meaning and wasn't enjoying the making as much as I usually do collaging on Saturday; in other words I was out of practice. On Sunday, though, I slipped into the familiar mode. I had a recurring footage of opening doors, finding paths, finding allies and laughing along the way. I did aim to make less girly ones. (Note the light house? LOL. I had another of the back of a man on a tractor at dusk but it was too big and I didn't want to cut it. A few of these are too big, but I'll send them anyway.) And the folded format complemented the opening-of-doors and made me feel rather clever.

Like weaving, although I did nothing else all day, I'm incredibly slow, but 12 hours later I felt happier overall with the results.
I must prefer simpler work, and ruined a few, again, overworking them. (The one with two figures on Sydney's map at lower right suffered an excruciating slow death all afternoon. It was the best when I started.) Some have wonderful outsides with incomprehensible insides, and I left two untouched. I trust whoever is making the care packages will choose/discard as appropriate so I'm not worried nor overly embarrassed. And I position my effort as not small, encouraging "art" but gift cards, and if a recipient sees one and think, "WTF" or have a wee laugh and crumples it and throws it away, I don't mind.

Like the old Japanese/Chinese(?) proverb says, charity is not for the recipient; the gift was from Jade to me for the opportunity to get back into collage and to see it from a different perspective. I work best if I mindlessly start putting things together to make something visually pleasing to me, and if meaning/message/theme emerges, that's just bonus.


For Your Consideration

On Wednesday, Jade the Art Therapist called for tiny art on Facebook; she would forward them to a Sydney charity, Little Packs of Love, who would included them with "toiletries and other items for the homeless, women in domestic violence shelters and long term hospital patients." Any technique or message, (or no message) were allowed, as long as each piece fit in the hand.

I thought it was a lovely idea and looked forward to uplifting pictures on her work FB page. Then this afternoon, I suddenly started making some; they're only smaller version of mental health postcards, right? A good reentry into paper play? But it turned into a uniquely difficult experience.

First, the size: I have a hard time fitting things into postcards and these were half that. Secondly, blokes need them, too, and I don't have pictures of trucks or power tools and I didn't think beer would be appropriate in case an unlucky recipient was battling addiction as well. (Stereotyping much?) This led to further questions: how do I address such a broad audience; what images are inappropriate/offensive, (luxury, alcohol or happy/romantic couples pics: bad; friends laughing together: good;) how can I disguise my middle-class-New-Age indulgence as something kinder? (I can't;) and who am I to presume I can guess the many recipients' taste? And so on and so forth. I'm usually all for political correctness, but today it had me stunned. Better take out beer-scented soap wrapper and diamond-encrusted Lalique just to be on the safe side, but goodness did they have to be so bland and humorless??

I was thinking of how much I used to enjoy making my postcards, then saw I was not making small self-contained "art" but tiny gift cards. Oooppps. And gift cards lack visual focus and some even have spaces. And these need to get to Australia by the end of the month, so must be posted early next week so no time to contemplate. And I got glue blob in the center of a picture, and rubbed it and made it all gooey and black. And when is too much too much, and should I go minimalist? Yikes.
I even had to rethink the Thank You; I meant it as a "Thank you for being you" kind of sentiment, but Ben understandably didn't get it. Too out there in this context. But it has a nice picture of an avocado on the back. Really. Note I have two bloke cards.
Beer-scented soap wrapper and diamond-encrusted Lalique: these weren't working anyway but efforts to disguise made them worse. 

I have 10 passable gift cards, (OK, a couple of good ones,) two fails, and no "small encouraging artworks" as requested. I don't know if I'll send them to Jade, restart, or burn them ceremoniously in the wood burner and curl up in bed with a book. Regardless, it was a good, reflective Saturday.

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I've been doing a heck of a lot of gardening, a lot of threading, some reading, and a wee bit of spinning, but I'll tell you about them another day.