Collage Tutorial 10. Torn Posters and Painted Papers.

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I used many layers of a poster I found on the ground in Paris with handmade painted papers and acrylic gel. I sanded in between leaving torn paper and scratches in areas. My interest in this piece is the quality of the surface. During the process I made marks with permanent pens and acrylic paints.  Gluing on torn papers and tearing off with sanding.

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When I travel I love to photograph graffiti and other interesting walls and doorways . Europe has some amazing street art, while, my hometown in Melbourne, Australia, is known as one of the world’s great street art capitals for it’s street art and graffiti. Street Art Melbourne

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30 Days of Collage Stephanie levy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amour de Paris. Missing Paris Again.

I miss Paris today. I miss the homeliness of Paris …I woke up feeling a longing for the white snow on the rooftops outside my little studio window in the cubicle.

 

 

 

I miss my dark dungeon, with its odour of oldness and mold and even miss the creepy feeling that lashes me when I go there to work on my never- ending arts project.

 

I miss the fresh no- nonsense food, the culture, the artists and especially, the realness of Paris.

I miss not knowing the language and guessing what people are saying.

I miss seeing something new and the ordinary down the streets of Asnieres with my daughter.

I miss the walk to the park with its topiary trees, gardens and boulie men.

I miss the newness of the place plus the old familiar places I like to go to.

I miss not being able to play and sit in the gardens around the corner where Vincent sat and created.

I miss the little art/design ateliers down in Bastille with their windows full of  high design handmade, one- off  pieces of jewellery, glassware, sculpture, furniture and funky home-wares.

I miss knowing that every time I stroll through the Louvre I still, haven’t seen it all and will need to come back.

 

I miss not being able to visit Camille , Manet Doré, Degas, Cézanne, Rodin, Monet , Picasso, Renoir, Rousseau ,Gauguin, Lautrec,Valadon, Bernard,Matisse, Rouault,Brâncuş’, DufyPicabia, Braque, Metzinger , Delaunay, Arp , Chagall, Duchamp, Ernst ,Soutin,e and Masson for the day.

I especially miss the closeness to Modernism, Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Fauvism, Symbolism , Art Nouveau, Primitivism (art) Modernism, Cubism, Puteaux Group, and my favourite ,Dada, and Surrealism The art squats, street art and local artists with avant guard ideas. I miss my most loved Pompedou gallery.

I miss the trips to Dave’s parents. I even miss,the rattly old one person lift we squeeze into,going up to the apartment. I miss their welcome and sitting at the table eating delectable foods with the now, familiar Eiffel, out the window .

I miss Champs. Montmartre, cemeteries , beautiful old buildings and new places I haven’t seen before.

 

 

I also miss the things I haven’t done, or seen yet, in Paris.

I miss the smells ,textures and sounds when living,in Paris. Even, the nightmare trains I don’t mind anymore.

I miss the nostalgia of Paris. There are triggers in Paris, that send me back to my childhood in Australia. It’s usually only something small that will set this feeling off, like the simplicity of design in the everyday domestic object, or the rawness and feel of a well made cotton dishcloth or tea-towel.The aroma and taste of fresh foods straight from the farms and markets.

I especially get this nostalgia when Dave and Amy come home from the patisserie across the road with the morning baguette or my favorite Frasier cake. All this will send me back to my childhood  in Australia when everything was more authentic, honest and more, homely than it is today.

Paris is just like a comfortable old jumper to me now. I do miss Paris today and my beautiful daughter Amy…

My French- inspired handmade shop Atelierinparis

 

My favorite time of the year

OK! its hard garbage time in my neck of the woods. I’m a hoarder, so it’s really hard for me to throw anything out , if I think I can use it in my art and of course thats everything.

This year, I actually found some old mattress’s, a toaster and some odd bits of wood in the shed to throw- out for the garbage man. They are sitting out the front of my house now, waiting to be picked up.

I must not weaken and grab them back at the last minute. Now the toaster was a hard one to let go. “Could I pull it apart and use it in my sculpture or box assemblage?” No! I told myself I don’t need it and tossed it.

The other side of hard garbage for me is the delicious bits and pieces I find. Yes, I’m one of those scavengers; you probably hate, but I collect for good reason… It’s all art materials and I’m recycling . Most of my European Sculptures  were created from hard garbage I collected from Australia, UK and Europe.

Many artist around the world make wonderful Hard Garbage Art.

Lets face it,  most of  it goes into landfill stuffing up the earth anyway. So, why not? recycle it into something new and useful.

If the owners are around I do ask first and usually they are happy for me to take it. I have never had a problem. I’ve even made a few friends along the way. What a small world it is, when complete strangers know someone you know, or have the same interests as you.

The history behind the discarded item always fascinates me too, and this is sometimes the starting point in my creations.

So yesterday, on my way to shops I didn’t deliberately go out looking , but, on the communal rubbish heap at the end of my street, a couple of things beckoned to me.

I just couldn’t pass by the 2 large plastic, terrarium domes and an old skateboard with its spray painted artwork. Both will be perfect for my sculpture and installation work. Imagine the little worlds I could create inside those domes…

Now, what can I do with a toaster and the old microwave?