After days of analysis paralysis, I have finally battered down my white paper syndrome. The three-dimensional effect is seductive and I am considering doing the entire collage with varying depth to its elements. The excitement is beginning again, as I feel my artist's funk wane after moving torn bits of this and drawn pieces of that, here and there and here again. This raucous and discordant tapestry appeals to me, nonetheless, for it's abrasive and sculptural feel. There is pleasure in entwining bits of vintage music with graffiti-inspired scraps. Yay, me! I am engulfed again and it is heaven.