The photos and letters I picked up at London's Spitalfields Market a few months back, have been slowly- very slowly- making their way into collages. I posted the one below awhile ago. She was the first. I still don't know all of her story, but it's slowly unfurling itself to me. I think I shall know it soon.
"She returned from India with a splinter of its saffron sun nestled deep in her heart."
The first line of the character's story is integrated into the collage, as well as a photo, part of a letter, feathers, bits of cloth and paper, and pieces of foliage I like to collect: bracken, leaves, flowers.
I love the idea of a cabinet of curiosities. As I work on these collages, I am beginning to realize that that's - to some extent - what I'm trying to capture with each one. There are other items waiting for future collages in this series: coins, shells, small pebbles, bones and such.
This next one was completed the other day. Her story is completely unknown to me right now.
"Her heart broke into a storm of black feathers."
I'm looking forward to discovering her story. The feather landed at my feet one day as I was on a walk and was looking - or asking - or hoping for a reply to half-articulated queries.
Perhaps the feather itself was not the answer, but rather the key to unlock the door behind which certain answers lie.