I’d listen to some mixed music tapes my brother made up for me before leaving Canada and I cut and drew and glued and lacquered the evenings and weekends away. Eventually, life got busy. I made friends. I leant to speak (cough) German. I started travelling (I heart the DeutscheBahn) around Germany and Europe every spare moment of my time. The only loss that I suffered at this stage, was my inspiration to make collages. No one, least of all me, noticed.
Jump ahead about fifteen or twenty years… I have the feeling of being brain dead when it comes to being creative. Having kids can do that to some of us. We invest so much of our love and energy into our children that quiet contemplative creative work falls by the wayside.
I was complaining about this fact to a colleague of mine one morning. She asked me what was the last artsy thing that I had done that was I’d had fun doing. I mentioned the collages and she told me to start there. So, off I went to our local bookstore and bought a whole pile of picture books that were on sale.

I really got a charge out of cutting and gluing again. It was a delight, though I was not always happy with the results because either my scissors were not sharp or my hands not as steady and some of the lines were tattered. My colleague friend suggested that I scan the collages into my computer and improve them with Photoshop. I’d worked with Photoshop a long time before this time and thought a bit of cosmetic surgery to my collages would be fun.
One day, my colleague asked me why I didn’t do all the collage work with Photoshop. I was aghast at this suggestion. She obviously didn’t realise (she’s a graphic designer) how fundamentally important the physical process is to some folk for creating art. Thus ensued a half-hour lecture, on my part, about how I would never receive the same pleasure in making collages with Photoshop as with paper and scissors.
To be continued…