My collage: The Tragic Sense of Life.
Based on Me and My Parrots by Frida Kahlo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been a while since I posted! I've been busy with school and research. I determined that this weekend I'd get back to writing and collage.
I had a very productive weekend. I wrote a short-short story about an incident that has plagued me for years. It was a story that wanted to be written, but I didn't know how to do it. It was based on one of those events that feels like a dark, ugly secret. The subject matter was very painful. When I thought about the incident, I hurt.
This weekend, after taking a random book of poetry off my shelf and glancing at an unfamiliar stanza, I suddenly knew how to write the story.
As I worked on the story, I also worked on this collage. Frida knew how to turn her suffering into art. She led me the way.
I've been feeling lately like my writing is trying to take a new turn. This feels like both creation and destruction. The image just to the left of the parrot's halo is of buildings burning down. That's what this change feels like to me. Scary. Flowers are for rejeuvenation. The flowers in my collage are thistle. Pretty, but painful. We have lots of thistle on our property. The birds love thistle seed. The butterfly is symbolic of the psyche.
The parrot is, I've read, a symbol of beauty, wisdom and spiritual knowledge that is tragically imprisoned. That would certainly be true of Frida Kahlo. It's also true of most of us.
I included the graffiti behind the bird to remind me that the creative life must often turn to ordinary things, to seemingly ugly things. Things we think of as base or low can actually be sacred.
I look for the sacred in everything.