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Scissors and paper and glue—oh my!

          The photos below are from a collage workshop that I recently facilitated for a fifth grade class at Homestead Public School. The students were so excited and absorbed in their “hand art”—what a privilege it is to see children’s minds at work!
          Many thanks to the students’ teacher, Ms. Danforth, and principal, Ms. Norman, for making my visit possible; to Alexus for her smart and on-target interview questions; and to each member of Ms. Danforth’s class for sharing their creations with me.


The students displaying their colourful "hand-art"

interview with Alexus



Camille Martin

Jiří Kolář

My partner, Jiri, just arrived back from Czechoslovakia and Paris and brought home some gifts from Jan Sekal, a friend in Paris who is a professional photographer: for Jiri, a black rabbit felt fedora that suits him to a T (without making him look orthodox). For me, a signed, original collage by Jiří Kolář:

The collage consists of two postcards, one of La Place des Vosges with the central grounds torn out, and the other of Portrait des trois hommes by Vincent François André showing through the gap. It’s fairly simple in its execution, but deceptively simple in what it evokes. The gap looks alternately like a reflecting pond in a small-scale model of the Place des Vosges, in which two giants are reflected (the third giant is out of sight, just to the right of the gap), and a window into the fantastical depths of the earth. It also looks like what it is, its process. The materials are found, as in so many collages: two superimposed postcards in dialogue with each other through the torn hole.

I was holding an original collage by one of my most admired artists, and felt a visceral connection with the past that has inspired some of my collages. I felt a little giddy.

Jan also gave us both some of his own photographs, which I will post in the next couple of days.

Thanks, Jan.

Camille Martin

from Richter 858

Gerhard Richter: Detail, 858-4

Gerhard Richter: Detail, 858-4


Michael Palmer, from Richter 858, “Passages”





The red vowels, how they spill
then spell a sea of red

And the bright ships—
are they not ghost ships

And the bridge’s threads
against flame-scarred hills

And us outside
by other worlds



So the promise of happiness?
he asked a frog

then swallowed the frog
And the buzz of memory?

he asked the page
before lighting the page

And by night the sliding stars
beyond the night itself



A table erased
It is not realism makes possible the feast

Grey face turned away
Jam jar of forget-me-nots

Girl with gold chain
cinching her waist

But is it true
And what will become of us



As if the small voices—
one-erum two-erum

pompalorum jig
wire briar broken lock

then into and into
the old crow’s nest—

and so when young,
before all the rest



Crease in the snowy field
of evening within us

How the owl stares
and startles there

fashioning mindless elegy
So the remembered world’s

songs and flooded paths
This heap of photographs



This perfect half-moon
of lies in the capital

Crooks and fools in power what’s new
and our search has begun for signs of spring

Maybe those two bluebirds
flashing past the hawthorn yesterday

Against that, the jangle of a spoon in a cup
and a child this day swept out to sea



But the birth and death of stars?
The birds without wings,

wings without bodies?
The twin suns above the harbor?

The accelerating particles?
The pools of spilled ink?

Pages turning themselves
in The Paper House?



Soon the present will arrive
at the end of its long voyage

from the Future-Past to Now
weary of the endless nights in cheap motels

in distant nebulae
Will the usual host

of politicians and celebrities
show up for the occasion

or will they huddle out of sight
in confusion and fear



Camille Martin