Sometimes I walk into the studio without a plan. No project, no deadline, no message to convey. Just me, the quiet, and the rustle of old paper. I start fiddling—cutting for the pure joy of it, letting my hands lead while my mind drifts elsewhere.
I search for pleasing shapes. Elegant letters. Odd words. Stray fragments from dusty books and forgotten magazines. Especially those gems from the mid-century – when ads were mad, quotes were questionable, and style came with a wink.
The collages in this series have no deeper meaning. No agenda. They were born from a playful mood, a sense of freedom. I glued them onto old book covers, simply because I love their worn surfaces and the lives they once held.
There’s a strange kind of beauty in doing something “just because.” No pressure, no perfection. Just cutting, placing, gluing. A quiet rebellion against overthinking. A return to instinct.
So here they are – small paper experiments, made without reason other than the pleasure of making. I hope they make you smile, raise an eyebrow, or spark a memory.
Have fun looking at them. I sure had fun making them.