Buried Treasure -

"The Chairs Journal #19"
erasercut & collage by Mick Mather

Those of you who already know about Seth Apter and his fine blog, The Altered Page, will already be aware of his new project, Buried Treasure. The basic premise is "digging deep to uncover some hidden gems". The big posting day is this coming Thursday, July 16th and I've been scouring the old back-up files for something ... the trouble you ask? I've got too much stuff from which to choose! I may, therefore, post something from the archives all week. Check it out and send Seth an email if you wish to do likewise.

Memory Lane -

"Sleeveless Red Blouse"
digital collage by Mick Mather

I went a long way back in the files this morning, finding this image that I never quite finished. It's done in a hazy, impressionistic, painterly style that I was somewhat enamored with back then - some said of this body of work: "It's blurry". While I still do the odd piece that uses the particular filters to supply this look, I do so sparingly these days. It's the haunting look here that always intrigued me.

Two steps back -

"The Classics"
digital collage by Mick Mather

I continue reviewing old work, pressing a few into service again. I've also been throwing together a piece here and there using an old working method with new filters. I suppose this is akin to taking a tried and true idea, turning it slightly one way, then another and finding a new twist. Tonight's post was particularly satisfying in light of the half dozen pieces that failed. Onward!

Isn't it a pity? In Heartbreak City? -

"You're Beautiful"
digital collage by Mick Mather

Today's post is a crop of my original image that predates the James Blunt song used in my title by over a year. Blunt describes that feeling of immediate loss experienced when two lover's meet, fall in love at first sight and never see each other again! Within the confines of that fleeting instant, however, is a lifetime and an eternity of loving. Such intuitive knowing can never be less than painful and how we respond, individually, to such angst will fuel stories and songs and folk tales for centuries to come, just as it has for centuries past. Baby! Come back!