Double Original Friday – Triptych I

Triptych

 

Over the past couple of weeks, I have continued to explore painting on my collages with a mixture of Elmer’s glue and paint – which I had started doing for last Friday’s post, “The Family Dinner Party.” This week’s piece is a compilation of several inspirations: the traditional triptych in western art, seeing the work of K.O. Götz at the Harvard Art Museum, and numerous collage artists I’ve been admiring online (Ben Stainton and Charles Wilkins, among others). I found that I didn’t have words to go with this collage and so it stands on its own, a kind of visual poetry. Collage by me. Happy Friday!

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  1. These people do not have words, either, I think, and they see nothing, so what would their words be worth? I have constructed this whole scenario from the collage! I love it when art does this to me (for me?) Thank you.

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    1. Thank you! This was one piece that came with no words and no poem I knew of fit with it – when that would happen to me when I first started the blog and really started making art regularly, I didn’t know what to do. Now I’ve just decided to some of them up and let them stand on their own. I love your explanation for this one!
      I wanted to mention how much I’ve enjoyed your poetry collage series – the colors and textures are wonderful.

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      2. Now, back to your collage, part two of my reply, I guess. I think that the collage seems to be an outgrowth of what you were doing and it didn’t need words. As you said, visual poetry. I hope to see more.

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      3. Thank you, Claudia! Thank you for the link for the beginning of your collage poems too – I enjoyed the post. I hope to do more triptych collages – there are a bunch more in my head – so I gave this one the aspirational title of “Triptych I.”

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      1. And now that I’ve been looking at it for awhile, I’m thinking that their limited perspectives are also skewed in some way, so that their words, what few words they may have, are distorted, too. And then I think: Isn’t this the perfect definition of being human?

        Thank you, Marcy.

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      2. Thank you! To say what we mean, to be understood by others, to even know what we want to say in the first place – I’ve realized that these are recurring themes for me in my art and writing. They are some of my personal stumbling blocks. Thank you for taking the time to articulate it so well!

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