Thinking of the post in which someone said 'use a find in a visual journal or collage' - or words to that effect - look what I found today! Some vintage chinoiserie-style wallpaper in, of all places, a gigantic woodpile at a local recycling site. We were collecting firewood emanating from building spoil; old houses that were being re-furbished. Amongst the joists and beams I spotted a bit of fluttering paper, colour amongst the drab planks. The colours glowed; what a collage find I thought, as I squirreled it away into the car. (Raymond was not amused!). As I pulled at the pile, more wallpaper was revealed. It peeled away easily and then I found a whole stash. It was not nearly as old as I thought, probably from a renovation of a renovation in the 50s or 60s, pasted onto hardboard panels and not paper at all but a sort of plasticised material.
Of course! Paper could not have survived the snow and wet of the last few weeks (the spoil from this particular building renovation was not there the last time we sourced firewood, three weeks ago. I peeled it all away and tore away a loose bit on our return home, washed it (fragile as it was, it did not fall apart) and set it to dry between the folds of a bath-towel.
The colours had brightened; it was in fact a little blatant, but I loved the panels of birds and the delicate sprays of flowers. I envisaged using parts of these panels in journals and collages, but first, I must trial the washed pieces. They look almost like paper, but clearly are not. First to check adhesive that will fix them to a substrate; then subdue the somewhat plastic finish with a) gel medium and b) white napkin tissue; perhaps c) with clear gesso. What will 'take'? This will be a case of real experiment - a page at the back of my new collage book. I will post the page as soon as the experiments and 'what if?' are complete.
And then 'use the find' - do not add it to the stash of other finds whose purpose I now cannot recall. What did I save this for ??? I find this so immeasurably sad, to look again upon a 'thing' still beautiful, but the occasion has past and I cannot remember the 'what' or the 'why'.
You can read the story of the woodpile in my other blog: today's posting.