Old-Fashioned Cutting & Pasting

Cutting with scissors was a skill I learned early and have loved ever since. Back in the day we did not have glue sticks or adhesive rollers, we had paste.

Lumpy, minty, white paste.

There was a kid in my first grade glass who loved to eat the paste.

I did not eat paste. But I do have strong sense memories of the smell and texture and joy of cutting and pasting pieces of paper and making art. 

When I was five or six my Dad helped me cut up colored construction paper and reassemble the cut up squares into a big mosaic of a butterfly. I don't have the butterfly to show you, but I do have some collages from a gluebook I was playing in not too long ago: