When a friend in NYC was throwing out a number of old National Geographic magazines in December, I found myself loathe to let them become fuel to the dumpster.
A month later, I found myself in London, exhausted from the winter’s travels along the east coast. Armed with a second friend’s alumni magazines and what she called “whimsical junk” that she has been collecting over the past few months, I was inspired by some of the contents, enough so to create several collages into my diary. What resulted was a frenzied week of avid “found poetry” which I scrapped together in my handy little Moleskine..
I finally have taken photos of some of the collage pieces. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did creating it. All photograph copyrights belong to their perspective takers, and I own nothing, except for the words and overall multimedia image which emerges from this venture.
Somehow, the words began to form a manual for me to follow in my own quest for harmony, as I move through various forums of self expression.
Here are some of the truisms that emerged.