100 Days of Collecting My Life

This morning, I went for a walk.

Nothing particularly extraordinary happened. I do this most every morning. I followed a familiar route, noticed the changing season, and gathered a few things along the way. A leaf. A stem. Various seed pods. Little bits of the world that caught my attention.

I brought them home.

And later, in my studio, I made a collage.

It's just six inches square. A small arrangement of things collected, considered, and composed. Nothing monumental. But when I finished, I placed it in a basket on my worktable, where it will be joined by another tomorrow.

And another the day after that.

One hundred days. One hundred collages.