The textile show opening that I mentioned in my last post was enjoyable. Since then I’ve continued painting and I’ll post some of that work in the future. I also continue line drawing. This past weekend, the weather was a lot milder and we went for a walk in a park that is part of one of Toronto’s ravines. On our walk, we came to an open area with stumps of trees, branches on the ground and dry grasses that I loved for their different shapes and placement of all their forms. I took several photos and today made some simple line drawings loosely based on those photos.
While I was searching through my early prints for one of my first linocuts, I came across the print in this post that I made in the mid 1980s. (It’s not the print I was originally looking for.) The linocut here was an illustration for an article in the Canadian literary magazine Quill and Quire. Somewhere, I may have the actual page from the journal, but I haven’t located it yet. From what I recall, the article had to do with censorship and political repression. In that sense, it definitely fits with the mood of these times of political unrest to out and out war. Being born right after World War II and hearing many stories of it while growing up, the image also evokes shadows of the history of that war for me. The initials “SB” are from my birth name that I was still using at the time.
I took this photo at a friend’s place. I liked the reflections of sky in the glass that reminded me of water. There’s an ambiguous air to the scene as though various elements or realms are merging.
I’ve been enjoying working on a series of scratchboard drawings to go with writing I did a few years ago. I hit upon scratchboard drawings because they can bear some resemblance to lino and woodcuts which I love but gave up making because of repetitive strain from carving. I made the three papier mache masks shown here in the 1990s. They’re the latest subjects of the drawings. When I’ve completed the project, I’ll show it to you.
We are walking in a garden
we are blind to
though it bears our names.
And the suffering,
the suffering is great,
but the unveiling of the heart
© 2015 Lily S. May
Dreaming of flowers on a day when there’s an extreme cold weather alert in Toronto. This small felt appliqué is one I made at the end of last year with merino wool felt. I enjoyed contrasting machine die cut flowers with hand embroidery. Keep warm, people, and dream on!