The hot summer days of my childhood were often spent wandering along the scruffy underbrush bordering the train tracks and abandoned railway station; situated across from the overly ambitious shopping mall floating in the middle of the empty acres of hot, bubbly, tarred parking lot. How we yearned for some sort of wondrous adventure to come our way. The heat, the boredom, the endless nothingness of long days of no school and no purpose… our minds were fried, our immobile bodies exuded a miasma of listless apathy.
Thankfully, mercifully, something eventually clicked and our imaginations took flight. Time stopped completely. The world suddenly opened. And our laughter became contagious, our ideas brilliant, and curiosity finally propelled us forward through the underbrush and beyond.
Here is a slide show of a 100 of the collages I’ve made in the last year or so. Amazing to think of all the quiet time, the BBC-NPR-OtherPeople podcasting time, this slide show represents.
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