I went abstract with the Prompt to depict a welcoming space from which to create in the future. Note: WP fucked with my type again!
The sky blazing with sunset. A shell with her boundaries and her secrets. And a leaping big cat with a body of prose.
The collage speaks to time, self, and energy, rather than to space.

I spent part of today at Staples, hoping to have fun making shiny copies of some of the last month’s collages. I transferred images from phone to a thumb drive in advance, but turns out the machine needed pdf’s and mine were jpeg. A young guy helped with the conversions. That took awhile.
A few pix were weirdly formatted (HEIC?). He speculated: an apple format designed not to be compatible with anything. Printer guy smiled when I muttered, “the fuckers.”
But the real disappointment was the copier itself. On the former color copier I could adjust for scale (necessary to make SoulCollage cards) and could play with color saturation.
Not anymore. Just print. Plus each print required four button presses, each with their dragging delay. More if I wanted a preview.
You can email pix to a staples website, too, so I tried that after a while. You email pix to their site and they shoot you a code and you input it and go from there. But since I chose medium resolution (thinking higher would take forever), the results were disappointing.


There you can see my nifty phone-jacked thumb drive.
Why is it that so many technological advances strip out features that were critical to an interesting and satisfying result?



Prompt #29:
collage a welcoming PSYCHIC space that supports your ongoing creative goals & activities.
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See also my Flickr album, SoulCollage, and the tags for SoulCollage and collage here on the blog.

Collage month final prompt.* The “seed collage” here on the left is not a seed and not a collage either but there you have it. It’s the last page of the sketchbook.









This week I made some survival decisions: I shall resume a meditation practice. I shall get on my exercise bike frequently. I shall listen to new music (I felt unbearably OLD watching the Grammys this year).


