When I shared the tour of my abstract paintings
the other day, I mentioned  my collage tour would
follow.


vintage book pages, vintage catalogs, acrylics, and latex on canvas

I began creating them in 2008 when I experienced
a creative storm within my soul which led to:
>leaving my work as an academic tutor,
>becoming a professional writer,
and
>making art every single day.



Catch My Drift was one of my first mixed media
collages on canvas (sold at a Chicago boutique)
exploring my longing for understanding, connection,
and wisdom...it was an intensely lonely time for me.


Here is a mini Catch My Drift on my
sister's bathroom shelf with Kiss.



Emma (above) was a collaboration with an artist
painting fashionable watercolor
illustrations at the time, and I still love
the happy color combination of
cherry pink and turquoise. 


Go

I created a ton of these 8"x10" tonal pieces
on canvas, and they looked great massed at a
boutique where they shared space with
beautiful clothing and jewelry.
Most of them carried a simple message,
as I struggled to make sense of the
complexities of my daily life.


Toward mountains rising in blue haze.



Catch my Drift (on discarded vintage book cover)

One day I ran out of canvas, and discarded vintage book
covers from the library became my new obsession.
I use the pages to layer and create
pieced together poetry for greater expression
in the work.

Schism in the Soul

Spiritual journeys can take unexpected turns,
and I longed to bring a lighter sense of humor
to balance all the heavy.

I discovered antique prints of illustrations
poking fun at the ridiculously high hair trend in Europe
at the time of Marie Antoinette and layered
them digitally with fun modern sentiments,
crowns, one-off humor and poetry.

This piece lives upon a wall in the UK with its Swoonworthy collector



SCHISM IN THE SOUL
IN SHORT,
GOOD, SIR,
I DO, I DO
I LOVE VULGARITY,
THE WEALTH OF
FRANTIC LEXICOGRAPHICAL WHISPERS,
THE VEHICLE OF LANGUAGE
BEYOND GENUINE
THE INDISPENSABLE
MENTALLY SLUGGISH JEWELS
THE SHEER MASTERFUL SAVIOR
OF COMPREHENSIBLE VULGAR.

~michele ranard

I Feel Bloated.



I even tried my hand at telling weird little tales
about the high haired ladies:



NEST CANDY
SHE KNEW HER NAME,
PERHAPS STILL TOO YOUNG TO REALIZE IT.
THE LITTLE ONE CRIED,
STAYED CLOSE,
HAD NO PEACE.
VERY ANXIOUS ABOUT FALLING,
THE LITTLE FLEDLING PLACED LUXURIOUS FEATHERS
ON TOP OF HER SWEET HEAD.
TO FLY WELL ENOUGH TO BE SAFE FROM KITES,
SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY WITHOUT SUCCESS.
SHE FLEW NOT.
THIS HAPPENED TWO OR THREE TIMES.
ON THE FOURTH DAY,
THE HUNGRY WEAVER COLONY HAD ARRIVED
AND ROOTED GENTLY IN THE NEST.
THE PROBLEM SOLVED ITSELF.
THE WEAVER BIRDS OUT OF REACH,
TWITTERING, FRIENDLY BUILDING NESTS AND PATCHING UP,
APPEARED TO ADOPT THE ORPHAN.
THEY GUIDED HER INTO QUIET SAFETY.
~michele ranard



It is always a bonus to find discarded book covers
with the library slip pocket still intact, and I love
layering on vintage costume jewelry when it
makes sense (which is...um...always!).


I Feel Fabulous





VISIBILITY
AS IT WERE
PERHAPS DIVINELY
EYES WERE NOT SHUT
AT THE VERY MOMENT
THIS FIRE
WITH THE FULL GLOW
OF MY VITALITY
HURRIED OUT
IMPRESSED, AMUSED
TO EXPOSE FOR ME
THE WAY
THROUGH A DOOR

~michele ranard




BRUTE NEIGHBORS
WE BEHOLD FROM A DISTANCE
WITHOUT FEAR OR TREMBLING,
WITH OPEN AND SERENE EYES
DISCOVERING THEM
THEY ARE ALL BEASTS
THEY ARE NOT PERFECT NEIGHBORS,
THEY BETRAY
BUT SOMETIMES
ASCEND

~michele ranard



SUBLIME COURAGE
AT HER BOLDNESS
HE WAS PLEASED
HE CHOSE HER
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ORPHAN MAIDEN.
NOW HER WISH
WAS ONLY TO MATTER,
TO SEE HAPPY
HIDING IN THE DARKNESS
TO CHOOSE COURAGE
AND THE TRUTH

~michele ranard


I experimented with the textural beauty of
old book pages.



The collage below was a gift for Kate Schelter,
and it has more of a modern feel I like.

I also experimented with digital photography
and mixing modern feeling abstract collage
with text and vintage monograms.


You


THIS IS A FUNNY WORLD
YOU, YOU, YOU!
TO SEE YOU QUITE UNEXPECTEDLY
TONIGHT OUTSIDE,
FRIEND, EVERYTHING INSIDE THIS PERSON
TIMIDLY ROSE UP
THROUGH THE WAVES
YES, FONDLY GLOWED
RATHER LIKE FLAMING COMFORT
WRAPPED IN WHISPERS
UPON MY SOUL.

~michele ranard


Sometimes a vintage book's theme influences
what I choose to collage.




LIVING FREE
IT WAS THE SAFEST TIME
WE FELT
ALIVE,
ATTACHMENT,
AND RETURNED AFFECTION.
TOUCHING
AND OVERWHELMING US WITH JOY
TO LEAVE BROKEN BUT WISER,
WE WERE REASSURED
WE WOULD NEVER MOVE
TO THE OTHER SIDE
LOST OR ALONE

~michele ranard


The Cubs




In 2012, when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer,
I began making collages on handmade paper with
pink silk, camel hued cashmere, antique lace
found in Paris, safety pins, and old French documents.



I commissioned the 'loved and chosen' rubber stamp.



In addition to the feminine collages,
I began to make these chains
(with my collection of religious amulets)
during a chapter when
my own diagnosis with
BRCA2 mutation led
to deepened humility
and a need for courage.




These collages on canvas were made as gifts.
I incorporated suede leather from a jacket
belonging to a close friend who passed away,
heart shaped stones gathered from the
Mediterranean Sea, and vintage costume jewelry.



Still with the artist?
That was heavy with heartfullness, I know. 
Thanks for touring with Little Miss Sunshine,
(Ha!) who hopes to create new works very soon.

Peace to you right where you are.