Consider something extremely literal and mundane that’s central to your life and sense of well-being. How could you exalt this subject in a way that expresses its internalized value to you?
Scissors are indispensable to the quilter as actual tool and vital to the writer as a symbol for editing.
Yesterday, I cut rectangles of fabric for a crib quilt commission and cut out almost 3,000 words from my manuscript (where, by the way, snakes like this show up more than once).
The snakes add a mythic element.
Transformation: the shedding of skin.
Eternity: the snake eating its tail.
Death: by venomous fangs.
Meanwhile, The snow did NOT turn to rain as predicted.
And it‘s light and fluffy.
Acey’s Collage Month.
See also my Flickr album. SoulCollage and the tags here on the blog.