Raining birds

I don't really understand how people, after this summer, cannot be concerned or worried. 

The news is full of, 'Oh! we will have to adapt our roads, railways . . . houses' ect. While the truth is we cannot adapt because while we are, the world that we are relying on is dying. Soil organisms die at 36 degrees, birds are dropping from the sky, there is no adapting only a concerted effort by all nations to stop emissions, cooperate and invest in science and engineering, so that we have tools to create a stable ecosystem again.

Food Bank Britain

 

I went on a walk in Leith again yesterday. It is lovely to get into the city, gripping some tape and a folder of work and look and see. To find opportunities for art on the streets, in the grime and the graffiti, to talk to strangers smiling at the performance of it all and to express just how I'm feeling. 

At home I am painting canvases . . . but for now this is the work that is really lighting my fire, because I see and feel keenly the mess we are in and I need to process it. These raw, tiny street collages are a balm to my soul, a tiny voice of recognition and protest in a world gone mad.

Street Collage

 

The special joy of street collage is placing them in suitable environments and leaving them to be discovered afreash.

Street Collage

 

I travelled to Aberdeen today to participate in the Nuart and do this wonderful, busy workshop with Miss Printed and Rhed Fawell. 

Time runs way when you are collaging it is rarely a quick creation. I managed 2, the added environmental input makes such a difference and I am really looking forward to making many more.