This is a story… of me starting to paint.
I made this at a mixed media class at a local community centre, and the photo came from a stack of old black and white images my teacher had found on a curbside. Something about the combination of the words (the printing is my daughter’s), the map, and the blue watercolour paint just felt like home. I struggled with how to place the image, and my teacher encouraged me to cut up the picture. I struggled with the idea, feeling cruel somehow! So my teacher suggested that I could cut very gingerly, tracing along his arms. And somehow that felt a little better.
I don’t know who this old man is, and I don’t know his story. But I know he has one.
[mixed media collage, october 2015]