Thinking about collage as part of commonplace books and diaries and ultimately collections of the self and hurried expressions. Somehow like reaching into yourself and pulling out scraps. Obviously things like train tickets and receipts and personal photos can provide a unique insight into not only the life of the owner, but to the time and place in which they live.
I made these collages from various items in a drawer of scrap that I keep. Left over bits and pieces. They are all little bits of me, I guess.
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