Collage + Mood

Creating collages and moodboards is a monthly ritual for me, a form of therapy and structure. I sit with fashion and deisgn rags in front of me and allow my mind to wonder, to dream, to obsess. If I can’t be a model, I can at least pretend for this moment I am one. Here in this space I am everything and nothing. Here I am tall and perfect.

         Colour is a focal point. Sometimes my mood is blue and dour but more often zany and chartreuse. Any colour good for offsetting a tanned bod is likely to take centre stage. Hot Pink to the FRONT.

            The action of cutting and gluing is cathartic. I cut out all the images and then arrange them together and rearrange them endlessly. Most likely in my pjs am I doing this. They are my image calendars. I feel lost and tired when a new month starts with old collages up. It is freeing to rework other peoples Art. I liken it to arranging flowers: God made them beautiful, we just highlight what we find unique about them.

            The purpose of these works is both insignificant and epic. They have no rhyme or reason yet they form the background to the desk at which I draw or conceptualize. Sometimes they adorn the fridge and often next to my bed, effectively the first and last visual markers of my day.