Collage has a long history as a medium for expression of social and cultural issues, but at this point in
my life, closer to the end, I am interested in the beauty of collage. The process of touching, collecting,
tearing, arranging papers, adding paint, bits and pieces, is part of a very personal experience. Collage
expresses something I can’t express with words. I find it cathartic and essential to my well-being. Color
is a large part of it—again, words escape me. I find collage brings some sense of order, in a small way, to
my existence in a larger world that doesn’t always make sense.