‘ I saw how those in safe hands could grow’ was an accidental piece of art – my favourite kind.
I’ll set the scene for you.
My bedroom is in the attic, which is important to mention because the rain sounds particularly nice up there. I was sitting on the floor; in the process of cutting up newspapers to create an entirely different, planned out, piece. The ‘safe hands’ clipping jumped out to me and almost demanded to be repurposed that second, and so I did exactly that.
I pasted the picture you see on a piece of card over random newspaper articles and messed around with the word ordering. Cut-up methods like this are great because it lets your mind speak; without worrying about finding and inventing the perfect string of words.
Once the picture and words were there, I painted a thick black over the people’s faces to allow whoever was interacting with the art, to let themselves to fall into these unidentified people. I finished it off by painting randomized watery black strips over the ‘backdrop’ and then stuck and ripped off strips of masking tape all over the piece.
The process left me with a distressed piece of art that encapsulated how the words made me feel inside, passed on for multiple individual interpretations.
What does it make you feel?
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