Vivienne Strauss's Blog, page 48
November 26, 2016
scary times...
Big Brother akaNice people make the best Nazis.
collage on paper
November 21, 2016
mourning for our country
This recent election has left many of us Americans feeling completelydistraught and full of despair. I hadn't been able to createanything at all post election except the collage in the previous post.
A kind, English artist friend of mine created the collage below and dedicated it to me. I am extremely touched. He is allowing me to use his image to go along with a poem he inspired by creating this.
Trumped.by Bob May
The Devil has his own reality show.He is more orange than red.It is surprisingly cold here in Hell.Standing close to the flames of hate and still, I’m chilled to the bone.
The lunatics have taken over the asylum,while the sane ones scream and weep in despair.When we manage to get a few hours of sleepIt is only to wake again In what was previously known as the Free World.
All the monsters that were under our bedsHave all come out and joined forcesThere is no pushing them back --The monsters who were once likeCockroaches --scuttling from bright light,Now stand proudly in the spotlight with their Smug, angry, hateful smiles --Asking now for tolerance for all their spewed bile.
The rest of us no longer have eyelids -We can never look away from the horror.Even my own laughter frightens Me now as it has such a Hysterical edge.
poem by Vivienne Strauss
A kind, English artist friend of mine created the collage below and dedicated it to me. I am extremely touched. He is allowing me to use his image to go along with a poem he inspired by creating this.
Trumped.by Bob May
The Devil has his own reality show.He is more orange than red.It is surprisingly cold here in Hell.Standing close to the flames of hate and still, I’m chilled to the bone.
The lunatics have taken over the asylum,while the sane ones scream and weep in despair.When we manage to get a few hours of sleepIt is only to wake again In what was previously known as the Free World.
All the monsters that were under our bedsHave all come out and joined forcesThere is no pushing them back --The monsters who were once likeCockroaches --scuttling from bright light,Now stand proudly in the spotlight with their Smug, angry, hateful smiles --Asking now for tolerance for all their spewed bile.
The rest of us no longer have eyelids -We can never look away from the horror.Even my own laughter frightens Me now as it has such a Hysterical edge.
poem by Vivienne Strauss
we are living in a hate filled world ...
We must stand together,stand tall,make hate small.
collage on mat board
November 7, 2016
November 1, 2016
October 30, 2016
working with what I find
I never know what I'll find next at our local recycling center,this time it was some magazines from the late 1800s, early 1900s.
new original collages available for purchase here
The dressmaker.
Swoop.
Not just sugar and spice and everything nice.
Perch.
new original collages available for purchase here
The dressmaker.
Swoop.
Not just sugar and spice and everything nice.
Perch.
October 26, 2016
October 23, 2016
October 21, 2016
Refuse to be defined or confined by imposed boundaries.
Refuse to be defined or confined byimposed boundaries.
collage on paper
