contemporary collage paintings
the process
Leslie Avon Miller

My life flows when I'm in my art.

Jean De Muzio

Saturday, May 2, 2015

The Edges of Things

untitled collage Leslie Avon Miller

I like the edges of things
the way two elements come together
and are changed by the experience.
A third energy is born
untitled collage Leslie Avon Miller
To explain this in words
is to diminish the happening.
And yet I endeavor
to explain.
This morning I watched the sunlight
create a multitude of abstract paintings on my walls.
A strong dash of a line.
A pattern with rhythm.
untitled collage Leslie Avon Miller
In our solitude we are one person.
In our interactions, at the edges,
we experience a portal
and become, even fleetingly, changed.
My art avoids the boxes of words,
and moves to another dimension.
A dash of a line.
A pattern with rhythm.
untitled collage, Leslie Avon Miller
This is my poetry.
This is the essence of my content.
At the edges I am changed.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

haiku for the new year

new year's haiku 1
Leslie Avon Miller
At the change of the year I require light, and space and room to breathe. I need time for mental clearing away and sorting to allow room to allow freshness in my life. January is such a personal month. I withdraw, cocoon and cleanse, preparing for what is to come.

new year's haiku 2
Leslie Avon Miller
I find myself stacking antique Japanese glass floats on an equally aged silver tray. They capture and reflect the pale winter light. Their aura is simple. They reflect my mood, symbols of vintage beauty brought forward in news ways to this time and this place.

new year's haiku 3
Leslie Avon Miller

The rich sparseness of Haiku appeals to me. I find myself sorting, choosing, tearing, shaping and arranging small space to please my need for minimalism and clarity.

new year's haiku 4
Leslie Avon Miller


threading a needle
on new year's day
the spool unwinds
Jane Reichhold
new year's haiku 5
Leslie Avon Miller
                                The first page of my new journal reads:
365 new days
and the second page
Let your life be a painting
Let your life be a poem
new year's haiku 6
Leslie Avon Miller
Best of new year wishes to you.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

I am never done with looking!

photo Leslie Avon Miller

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean, not just standing around,
but standing around
as though with your arms open.

~Mary Oliver

Seedling story, Leslie Avon Miller

Sunflower, Leslie Avon Miller

To really see, to look closely, this is my current and on going quest. To notice the light, the textures, the shadows. It is as if I were a beginner again. I am amazed.

Leaves, Leslie Avon Miller

I love so many things: leaves and twigs and seeds, found objects. Things that tell of times past.  My families collections. Especially I love beauty that comes with time.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

The Dream Remembers Us

Photo by Leslie Avon Miller

What we want 
is never simple.
We move among the things 
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names---
now they want us.

But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning 
our arms ache.

We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us,

It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there even in full sun.

~Linda Pastan

Small time, small art. Tucked inside this simple folded paper envelope I placed a copy of the poem. This helps me  remember how I care for dreams, and animals and stars. 

Working with my own hand printed Japanese papers, my thoughts and new-to-me technology I am learning new ways to look at creativity. 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

that sigh when all tension releases

Collage, Leslie Avon Miller

We need words
That ring like bells
Through cool air
Taut with sun,
that smell
like grass and violets
that feel
like sitting on moss
by the stream
listening to
songs of woodland birds,
words that bring
fresh air into our lungs.

Collage, Leslie Avon Miller

Words that bring us
visions of baby robins
trying to use their wings,
early tinted light
on the horizon,
tiny ants
swarming in and out
of their granular hill.


Collage, Leslie Avon Miller


Distant hum
of bees on plum blossoms,
sensation of sunlight
on the skin,
a moment of peace
in a hidden place,
hearing the sound
of water over rocks,

something to make us sigh
that sigh
when all tension
and we’re
Just there.

These small collage on paper incorporate fragments of the photos I discussed in the previous post entitled Found Paintings. I find old walls, a partially decayed leaf frozen in a puddle and a found hand print to have a quality of mystery; of a story only half told.

Collage, Leslie Avon Miller

The quality of enigma engages me and makes me want to know more, to ponder what else might be there half hidden.

Collage, Leslie Avon Miller

To add to the puzzle, I added fragments of a poem I found engaging. The poem is called
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski. Some of the words are from an essay entitled

A Language Older Than Words  by Derrick Jensen. 

There is something about putting my hands on paper and moving small bits around that can make me sigh that sigh when all tension releases and we’re Just There.

Each collage is open to interpretation, and I hope acts as a  a doorway to our own thoughts and feelings hidden beneath the surface of polite everyday conversation. That's where I prefer to live my life; a little deeper, a little bit richer, a distance off the beaten path.

I don't know who the author is of the poem I posted at the beginning of the post about needing words.   If you do, will you let me know?