Category Archives: digital play

A little color

A little color to break the silence.

View while writing this morning

Just catching my breath between dog walk and writing workshop, so I have to be brief.

Sharing screen shots here to give you a sense of how some digital collage goes. Variation after variation. Layering one layer on top of another. A small sampling!

This week the exercise served as a way to process the news. I like the versions, like the one above, that make trump spawn and in-law look like monsters. Because they all are monsters. In fact, the hearings could be described as: Monsters on Parade. Even the so-called good guys are monsters — for having supported the Monster-in-Chief in the first place and for keeping a damaging silence in the intervening months for another.

PCC image for the week

I’ve been critical of Maureen Dowd over the years, but she wrote a good opinion piece this week using Frankenstein story as reference.

How none of it seems to end

The list of things imposing misery right now is quite long. Ukraine is never far from mind. For many of my friends, Russia’s atrocities are personal.

Things I’ve heard in the last month from people I am close to:

My mother grew up in Belarus.

My grandparents are Russian Jews, but from areas now Ukraine.

I just found out that I have a relative from Poland who died in the Holocaust. I was named after her.

I’m have very little family history, which is traumatizing too.

My grandfather grew up in Odessa.

I didn’t realize that H’s mother was Ukrainian.

Meanwhile, it’s Monday and K has gone into the office. He will travel into Boston every day this week. It strikes me as a signature Covid experience how the familiar becomes strange and the strange becomes familiar. Example: in spite of this being my husband’s commuting routine for decades before the pandemic, it now feels a little weird, a little dangerous, a little not-normal.

Also today: I get to make a friend lunch and we won’t have to be quiet because K is on the phone at his workstation (aka the kitchen table).

And, I get my second booster this afternoon.

Pics and a little sound

“white women’s tears”

We walked in the woods today. The frogs were LOUD.

Next door neighbor’s yard crew showed up for the first time this season today. After asking them to take their ladder off of my Rose of Sharon sapling near the curb, I retired to the basement. Two leaf blowers went on and on but I didn’t care. My new plan. My sanctuary!

Cleaned out three bins of fabric, worked on D’s quilt until I ran out of bobbin thread, and made this little collage, above.

The initial three-house black and white was a gelatin print made with a cardboard and onion bag resist.

We just had an early and simple dinner: grilled cheese sandwiches and leftover soup. For real sustenance, we listened to Biden’s speech from this morning.

Remnants and Collage

Once upon a time, there was a snow man…

I thought I’d be banging out collages after I let the Paris Collage Collective weekly prompt routine go at year’s end. Instead, I have produced one themed set, just one. Rethinking.

Meanwhile, I am revising my Author’s Note today in preparation of my first query letter.

Lastly, much gratitude for thoughtful readers who commented yesterday.

Echoes of Good Friday

Look at the tweet below. Someone said it should be a painting. With that in mind, I doctored it a few ways.

First photo below is the original, the next two, are filtered using Prisma. In the third photo, I double exposed it with one I took on Good Friday in Assisi in 2019.

I am very moved by the picture, and of course — I was raised Catholic. It also reminds me of a ceremony I witnessed in Assisi three years ago, when they ritually removed Christ from the cross in the Cathedral of San Rufino and ceremoniously carried him down the hill to the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis. It was quite an amazing experience.

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I am not the only one to observe that some of our collective response to this crisis surely depends on the fact that Ukrainians are white.