A very melodramatic way to describe the second day in the life of our collage, right? However, I'd have to say it's pretty accurate.
Here's how I left it last night; it was going nowhere, as far as I could see.
I'd had this idea floating around in my head for a few days, using a particular cabinet card photo of a young girl, something nebulous about a lost or broken girl.
You can kind of see her here, amidst the flotsam and jetsam. When I peeled the photo off the card, it tore, but that didn't really bother me.
I had recently found an old set of encyclopedias from 1971 in my basement. Jackpot! I removed the cover from one of them and sanded it to get the slick finish off so that things would adhere to it more easily, also making it look older.
I had already glued the girl together on a piece of an old engineering drawing, and given her a flower hat. Here's where the collage met its fate.
I ripped it into pieces, and laid some of them out on the book cover with the girl. Not bad. Now we're getting somewhere.
But where?
So, putting things on and taking them off, trying to decide which I like best...
No, way too much...
So, imagine this happening about a hundred more times...
I feel like I'm getting close, except for that skirt-thing. Sooner or later...
...I have the basis of my composition laid out. Time to start gluing! Soon I'll post the finished piece.
p.s. You might see other pieces of the original collage turn up here or there later on...