Transitioning

My cell phone is still de-activated and my car still not insured. I have been a little hard to get a hold of these days. But it has all-in-all made the transition period better. I feel like I am slowly re-emerging instead of just jumping back into full swing and ultimately blurring and losing a lot of what I have experienced and become these last months.

My most instinctual creative and emotional outlet is music. I process my thoughts and feelings before a piano and crudely and messily scratch out on paper (usually on the back of other music!) whatever lyrical thoughts come to mind and melodies/chords. I have certainly turned to music once again since being home. I adore the baby grand in my parent's living room. It loves me too, I can tell. But my musical thoughts seem fixated on melancholy love yearnings and regrets. I have other feelings and thoughts I want to process too but can't seem to communicate them musically.

And so I am recently captivated by the idea of collaging. I have always loved textured art. I am also fascinated by the prospect of having bits of pieces of tangible memories included in the art canvas. See below to see why I am so drawn to this art medium:

Picasso

Rauschenberg

Schwitters