Till I Loved, I Never Lived Enough

The second week of collage class, the aim was to experiment with using “bleeding” tissue (I might be tempted to refer to it as “tissue with fugitive color,” but that may be technically incorrect). So  I made the tissue bleed and I tried using the bleeding tissue to sponge the board, and I created tie-dye-like strips of tissue and generally had a ball making a complete and utter mess of both my board and my poor fingers. Seriously, if you ever work with “bleeding” tissue, wear gloves or be ridiculed for your multi-hued fingers for the following days.

I’ll be honest, I’m not a huge fan of tissue paper for artwork purposes, so I through in some other stuff, too, a piece of rice paper with a beautiful Chinese character printed on gold and some candy wrappers with little love sayings: “Dare to love completely” courtesy of Dove Dark Promises, and “Till I loved, I never lived enough” courtesy of Bacci. Then for good measure and to keep with the theme that was emerging, I threw in parts of an old unsent love letter to my first love. This fit nicely with the Chinese character, too, because our one and only kiss was in Shanghai on a summer night.