In the tidy, colorful living room of her house on St. Paul Street in Bellingham, Katy Frank carefully lays out a couple dozen images she’s cut from magazines. Desert landscapes. A zebra. Trees in the throes of autumn. A hand leaving a bloody print on frosted glass.
She steps back and studies, searching for the pieces missing from her half-finished collage. As she works, she explains the mindset behind her choices as an artist.