Not So Crappy?

Remember Jon and the Crappy Collage syndrome? Wherein the teaching to the eight intelligences involved decimating art and music programs, but every academic program had it's crappy collage. One day it was write an essay, the next day it was create a collage expressing your understanding of the Song of Hiawatha. An undertaking which Jon christened the "crappy collage". He was remarkably patient, and on occasion fairly artistic. I never saw the point myself, but wasn't about to tell him that at the time. Now as I make my annual forage for "what can I get out of this house?" I am finding things too precious to throw away, but unless I find something more creative to do with them, they're just going to be forgotten in boxes and drawers. At about the same time, I got a bunch of old glass/wood frames that were probably for certificates and I decided to try my hand at collage. Not so bad. And lots of fun. If I didn't have a job and a bathroom renovation project underway, I'd be perfectly happy to sit and collage away the old postcards and odd little objects that got passed to me or collected on my travels. In this one, my first the theme is knitting (what else?) but I've layered it with a postcard from my travels to Ireland a dozen years ago, a little sweater that was glued to a thank you card from a girl I taught to knit when she was 11, my first set of wooden needles that I broke at the end of a miserable week teaching at Spiral Heart, yarn that was a gift from someone I admire greatly and a couple of ruminations on art and craft. A whole lot of life in an 8X10 frame. Who knew how the not - so - crappy -collage could say so much.