Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Ramblings: Magazine Collages


It's me again! Popping in after a brief hiatus...again. Whoops! Life sometimes gets so busy but I still think of my blog so don't you worry! I haven't disappeared completely.  So, what do I have going on? Nothing too exciting, just regular normal life stuff. I won't bore you with that stuff because I know you all have your own "boring" regular life stuff - so on to today's post;

I don't buy magazine to read. I buy them for visual inspiration. One thing I discovered over the last couple of years is that I am a visual person. I get my inspiration visually and I am drawn to things that are visually appealing. I don't know why it took me so long to discover this because I used to do what I started recently growing up: cutting pictures from magazines and creating collages and inspiration books.

One of the things I remember looking forward to was getting my Delia catalog . What teen girl in the 90's didn't? Not only did I spend hours thumbing through the catalog dreaming of the clothes I would never buy but I used to cut everything out I loved and glue them on a poster board and plaster my room with collages. I didn't just do this with my Delia catalog. I did this with every magazine my mother no longer wanted. I'd cut out words, pictures, pictures, phrased - anything really that appealed to me in that moment. 

I don't know why I did it. It was just something I thoroughly enjoyed. I had many composition books, and poster boards filled with magazine cutouts. Then I stopped - not because I didn't enjoy it, but because of life craziness. At the peak of the craziness, when I had no choice but to move out, all my collages and notebooks went in the trash. 12-13 years later, I now wish I had saved some of those because I realize those notebooks plastered with cutouts were my form of self expression. That along with writing and reading - all things that I lost touch with. 

I know I've written on here a lot about passions and things that I think I should be doing - I probably confuse the hell out of all of you. Which is totally understandable because I confuse the heck out of myself too. I have lost touch with myself over the years and I am just starting to figure that out again. I'm realizing that a lot of things that I say I enjoy only because I think I need to enjoy them and I try to force myself in to it only to end up burned out and more confused. Does that make sense? 

Within the last year I've discovered a lot about myself. Let me tell you - it's been a crazy ride.

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