While I'm still physically healthy during this time of near isolation, the health of my creative self is in crisis mode.
My camera sits on its designated shelf in the den, the iso set to ISO 800 so I can photograph the pizza hot out of the oven, or the special Chilean cake I love as it sits on a rack to cool.
My camera doesn't accompany me when I walk or when I drive.
And even if I take a wonderful photograph, I'm not able to print it as my "print-partner" is strictly following COVID guidelines and I'm unable to come to her house.
So, I've turned to something I have done for much of my adult lifetime-- cutting words and letters from old magazines. Almost 30 years ago I decoupaged tins and small boxes and even a teapot and a pair of wee shoes.
I'm still using a small notebook I made, with the cover decorated with paper images gleaned from magazines.
In the collages I have created over many years, I often chose words from other languages, primarily Hebrew and Chinese. These were words as art and decoration, cut in such a way that the meaning was obscured. Words collected in a special bowl in the living room, words that I might use as titles for my paintings and later on, that might become show titles when I exhibited my photographs.
So, I have turned to these again.
At first I composed small poems, stringing together words and phrases that I had cut and laid out in the dining room. These weren't glued down and I photographed them while standing on the table.
Soon these poems changed, becoming prose and more personal and becoming images I wanted to keep.
Out came the scissors! Out came the glue sticks! Out came the me captured on paper!