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This wall is made up of 18 different pieces. The fun part whenever I move is trying to symmetrically line up the many varied pieces I have into an organized display. I can only guess what this looks like to anyone else, since having built them I know what each and every little bit is. So all I really notice are the gaps and empty space.
7/8 of this picture is one big giant piece that I took off a full wall from home. When I was much younger I just taped my material together so the wall grew as one giant entity. When I got older I started making them modular by using the backs of old posters or sheets from large sketchpads so I could easily transport them about.
The majority of the stuff used to be almost entirely printed from my computer, and as I got older I used more pieces from magazines. Most of the filler for the gaps come from logos, words and clusters of text snipped from many a Rolling Stone.
Collaging is easy and fun. It's good therapy and very satisfying for scratching the creative itch. You do however go through mountains of tape.
This is a chunk in my old room that I didn't bring with me. It's all one piece and one of my favorites. Collages ultimately serve as a personal history for me. Those Sprite caps? That was my 19th birthday, 19 caps and one to grow on. It was the last time I had a birthday party.
This is the first collage I ever worked on, it's all one piece and takes up a whole wall to the door. Only half of it is in this shot. It all started when I covered up a piece of cardboard with some printouts when I was about 10, and then it spread like a big monochrome cancer across this wall. That piece of cardboard is still underneath all that paper.
And some of the rest of it and my ol' door. I can only wonder what will happen to all this hoo ha when I die, or how long it'll stay around until it disintegrates. On some occasions I've frightened the elderly with my room.