This morning I went through a pile of old collages and picked the ones I wasn’t happy with. I cut each collage into four pieces, then printed with my Gelli plate on each of them, creating textures with odds and ends I gathered at construction sites. The results – lots of raw material for new collages. There is no end to the number of times you can recycle things.
I was visiting Toronto and walking to the St. Clair subway station when I noticed three bewildered Chinese women. One approached me and showed me her cellphone, which had the words “Travel train chimgman chu” (or something like that) displayed on it. I read it aloud three times and shrugged my shoulders. “Finch subway station” she said. “Ah!” That I understood. I gestured that I was going there too, and beckoned them to follow me. When the train came we all got in and s