By Heather D'anca
It was a cold winter afternoon when the inspiration hit me. As usual, I had several works of art already in process, but hadn't yet seen the full vision of how they would come together. Our 88-year-old neighbor had recently dropped a box of old magazines on our porch, seemingly for us to read, but more likely to end up as kindling in our wood stove. Thumbing through an issue of Reminisce, it struck me: they would serve as naming devices for my art. Afterwards, the remains would keep the studio warm.
Excited, I walked from the studio to our house, grabbed our personal stash from the box near the fireplace, and carried them back to my workbench. A copy of Esquire caught my eye. As the piece of my focus was intended as a gift for my husband, I thought this would be an appropriate starting place.
I fanned through the glossy paper looking for words or phrases that caught my eye. Machine. Changing. I loosed several pages from the spine and readied my Fiskars for surgery. I would call this mixed media gift "Changing Machine," and would also give naming credit to the September 2017 issue before I tossed the rest of the magazine into the cast iron blaze to my left.
And the process was born.