Shortly after my 31st birthday, my life fell apart.

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I lost my job, two friends, three months of contact with my dad, and five pounds after a couple weeks of not really eating. It took six days in residential therapy for me to find my footing.

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Then, I discovered collage.

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The journey began with an invitation from my therapist. "Why don't you create a piece of art about one of your relatives?" After that, I couldn't put the scissors down. 

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Collaging has become a regular, meditative practice that empowers me to explore my feelings on paper, process big ideas, slow down my breathing, and savor the process of adding beauty to the world. 

 

My collages are assembled from found fragments of various pieces of print media. Each one is constructed by hand. The process of reconfiguring existing images into a new cohesive images in many ways mimics the reconstruction process I began in the aftermath of my personal crisis.

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That's why I love collage. 

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The ability to arrange, rearrange, and create compelling statements resonates with the part of me that's always pursued pathways for expression.