Until about eight years ago photography was my art form. I had taken every photography class available at the nearby community college including Color, Advanced and Experimental. I found the darkroom magical--floating the papers in the developer and seeing an image form was a miracle to me. I was totally awestruck, and I could spend hours and hours in the darkroom. Then the college decided to limit the number of times a student could take each class. That was the end of my long sessions in the darkroom. And using our spare bathroom was just too difficult--and the ventilation was horrible.
As I am technically challenged, digital photography is not magical in the least!!! So, finding another art form was inevitable. After I took a class in collage at the Palo Alto Art Center I was hooked. The other students in the class were kind, talented, supportive, and FUN. We lived each others lives--divorces, breast cancer, deaths of spouses, grandchildren, and tragically we shared grieving for two of our beloved "sisters." When I moved to Cloverdale, CA, I missed my collage group, but I visit every once in a while, and it's as if I never left.
Collage is limitless, meditative, and incredibly expressive for me.