2:28 PM: i did quite a bit more since my 11:58 am post, including collaging a drawing my grandson philip made in february, 2018, of a window, with his signature on the back faintly bleeding through. either it’s completely out of place, or, as i suspect, it makes the whole composition click. on the left of the window is a section of a map of paris. the log that tranverses the entire composition is what you might call a device. i’m not fond of devices, except when, as i believe is the case here, they are essential to the whole, and not what i would call a gimmick. the truth is, if you could accompany me to our local creek, you’d observe many such logs, which have fallen in a strong wind or been swept down the creek by strong spring melt-off currents. the map of paris not only hides some green leaves, of which there were too many, but introduces another, different patterning in addition to the wavy ripples and the white dots referring to the bubbling water.
there’s plenty of opportunity here for your fantasy to spin out; from landscape elements to animal forms and yes, sexual innuendo.