I played with a very small collage yesterday, and this is what I got. I do things intuitively, so don't start with a final plan. I also work in very small venues--tags (like this), slide mounts, Altoid tins. This morning, I realized this must be about blogging. Words. Tell your story. Fruit on the head. They all point to it being about my blog. I hope if I start working again, it'll get better as time goes by. This feels pretty primitive, but I'm happy with it anyway. Better something than nothing. And I think it might be part of something bigger.
I've developed a rooted fear of putting any photos of myself on my blog. I don't believe that my exterior shell matches my interior, which is what you see here. I don't think I look anything like what you expect. I don't think I'm the age anyone would expect. Or maybe even the ethnicity. And, so, I avoid blog photos (and of meetings with bloggers, which explains why even though Neen lives practically in my back yard, I haven't met her yet).