It’s Saturday, so that means…
RANDOM COLLAGE TIME!
No, it’s not. It’s not random at all. In fact, there are no more random Saturday collages and I’m officially sick and tired of that bit, so this will be the last time I use it. I began this collage back in October 2007. I found the background, and I thought it unusual (in a good way) because the woman’s hand was not exactly manicured in that way hands typically are when used in handheld collages.
I think that’s why I saved it. It reminded me of my hands. Because of what I do, it’s impossible for me to have beautifully manicured hands most of the time. My nails constantly break, and I keep them short, the length shown in this picture… although I like my more oblong nail plates a bit better.
Anybody that knows a thing or one about me, knows that while I like to picture in my mind all manner of shrunken-man sizes, I think the perfect height for a little guy is two inches. Despite- or maybe because of that fact, no dialogue between that little guy and the giant hand (hahah) came to mind as I worked on this collage.
Or maybe it’s because the very tall owner of that hand is asleep, and the shrunken man is enjoying a quiet, romantic moment with her thumb. Or he’s memorizing her thumbprint lines as he runs his perfect little fingertip along those giant grooves, or perhaps pressing his ear onto the pad and picking up the pulsating beat of her heart from that small place. I don’t know. Things like that render words unnecessary.