tornado collage magick

Caitlin! You must remember to make art ALL OF THE TIME...It's really all you like to do anyway.

Ok, maybe that isn't completely true. I like to do plenty of other things...but as I have been stuck mostly in bed for abut A WEEEK (oh woe is me, forgotten here just fading away in my cocoon of bedding...) I haven't been able to do most of what I love, which typically involves some amount of extreme physical activity, think of verbs like: jumpingtwirlingleapingflirtingdancingkickingstretchingreachingtippingrunningpunchingrollingslidinggliding and you get the idea. ANYWAY, a Caitlin in bed has proved to be somewhat of a grumpy Caitlin, when finally last night I noticed these three frames sitting on the floor of my bedroom...now, what was I going to do with those?

Flash forward to two hours later. My housemate and I are covered in magazine strips, pictures, words, glue, paste, journal pages flying everywhere, huge sheets of paper with wisdom and mantra scribbled all over them...we made magick collages, with REMEMBERINGS of healing and intention written all over them. Oh, they are so so so so beautiful. We were quite the sight, the two of us with runny noses and mild fevers, the diffuser blowing essential oils, the cat freaking out, a dozen red and pink candles burning, in this glorious tornado of thoughts and images. It was so healing. And now The frames are hung, presenting layers and layers and layers of my thoughts and frustrations and hopes and joys...a beautiful visual altar right next to my bed. --sigh-- I highly recommend it.