Lily S. May–Life with Art
Last week while looking through the sketchbook in which I found the artwork for my previous post, I came upon a drawing I had forgotten. A few years ago I used the drawing as a starting point for an oil painting. The painting was, in its style, unlike other work I had done. In the painting,… Continue reading The Road
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 is greater. © 2015 Lily S. May
Yesterday, while waiting in line for rush tickets at Koerner Hall in Toronto, I whiled away the hour by drawing. I used to take crossword or sudoku puzzles to places where I'd have to wait in line or for an appointment. Then it dawned on me that a small sketch book and pens would offer… Continue reading Among the Falling Leaves
Here's another, and quite different, ink drawing I found in a sketchbook last week as I was reviewing my art work. It's from 1988, signed under my birth name that I later changed. It looks to me like a science fiction image, with an emphasis on environmental degradation. Also, I was exploring body image and different parts… Continue reading Sci Fi
These days I seem even more engaged than before in reviewing my art work. I believe this is a life review of sorts since the work spans decades. This week I had a look at my old sketch books. The drawing in this post is a recent one from around 2011. I'm guessing that's the date because… Continue reading By Our Hearts
I've kept a few of my old sketchbooks. Here's an ink drawing I did in '87 that's in one of those books. I made it close to the same time as the paintings and drawings in my last post. A sketchbook can serve as a visual journal. This drawing of my then bedroom brings… Continue reading Open Sketchbook
When I was around 16, I made a pastel drawing of lilies of the valley in a ceramic bowl. I loved those flowers and was very happy with what I’d done. That drawing was saved, I don’t know by whom, and now hangs on the wall of one of my relatives. When I saw the… Continue reading Finding My Way
I no longer have any art work that I did between the age of three and my early twenties, other than one or two pieces that are now on relatives’ walls. I would love to see some of that lost work today. I have, however, kept a small sketchbook and index cards from the late… Continue reading Art and Intuition
In the night, I remembered that I had two other very early drawings I made as a child of around three years old. I located them on my second try—one of those cases where you know you’ve seen something, but wonder where you’ve put it. This time, my memory served me well. I don’t know… Continue reading Childhood Crayon Drawings
Welcome to arts of may, where I’ll be showing you some of the art work I’ve done in my life. I’m not famous—you will not have heard of me. But creating has always played a central role in my life. I’m going to begin by showing you two very early drawings. They’re on one little… Continue reading Welcome to Arts of May
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