How funny that I called my last post was facing the wall and this one is resume? Well, the last few years have not been spent facing the wall but changing and moving past walls (literal and figurative). Not a lot of painting (some. nothing interesting.) But now here I am, a new set of walls, a new place and the new need to put together a resume and begin a job search all over again.
resume... résumé...my mind is wondering and wandering all over life, trying to make sense of the whole messy arc. résumé. resume. walk away, return, public, private, sum it up, deconstruct it all.
Bits of white paper are my actual resume. bits and pieces of real life. bits of the big wide world.
Collage. art that is a little girly, i fear. or maybe the ultimate feminist art - objectify, idolize, marginalize.
or maybe just cheaper than therapy. and more fun than painting.
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