I've been picking up trash lately and gluing it to these cards. It's something I've done sporadically in the past, but lately it has developed into a consuming but quite rewarding practice. There are entire museums worth of collages, quite literally, everywhere, just waiting to be found in the litter people leave on the sidewalks. The gutter, for instance, is one never-ending, ever-flowing collage. I'm just extracting details from it.
The master of this sort of thing is Diane Keys. You can find an entire blog of her work at http://dianekeys.blogspot.com/.
Guided by principles of chance, her work nonetheless often has a formal and painterly beauty that is hard to describe. Enhanced as it is by the fractured text in the torn receipts, advertising flyers, tickets, etc that comprise her compositions, her work exhibits an additional poetic element that has come to be known as "trashpo." These poetic fragments often take on a "3rd mind" quality: a sense that a non-temporal, non-linear voice is speaking through what is in effect a new language unbounded by semantic convention.
My recent discovery of her work has been instrumental in my re-absorption into this practice.
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