Please find below the words for each day of the Collage challenge. We start the challenge on Monday but I want you to be able to get a head start over the weekend.

If you want to participate but did not take photos don’t worry.  I will be placing my photos from the challenge in a gallery and you are welcome to use them for this challenge.  You also can grab additional photos from the creative commons on Flickr.  Make sure all photographs you use for the challenge are your own, are in the creative commons or you have specific permission to use them. Germany has strict IP laws for photography, please respect them.

Wait Until Monday to submit day 1 of the challenge.  I don’t want people to miss your collages.  Good Luck and I look forward to seeing your art.  Remember, we will have a get together on the 19th and I will be hanging one of your collages on the wall (They need to be at the studio on Thursday for me to do this).

Day 1 – Poem by Maya Angelou – I know why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

Day 2 –  Quote by Hans/Jean Arp 

“Die Kunst aber ist Wirklichkeit, und die gemeinsame Wirklichkeit muß über dem Besonderen laut werden.”

Day 3 – Song by John Lennon – Working Class Hero (edited slightly)

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all …

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool

Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules …

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear …

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV

And you think you’re so clever and classless and free

But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see …

There’s room at the top they are telling you still

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Written by Emmy Horstkamp

Hi, my name is Emmy and I live in Munich, Germany. If you want to know about art me visit my art page www.emmyhorstkamp.com or visit me in Munich, Germany