The Aviary Keeper and the Beautiful Fair

So far it has been an adventurous year...I have moved away from the beloved island I have been living on for the last 18 years, to make a new home now in the U.K. I have met new people, seen exciting new places ( Jane Austen's house being one of my favorites) and found a new studio space which I love. It has been a good year...tough at the beginning but unraveling sweet and exciting....
I also started a new blog, devoted to the Aviary Keeper, which is one of the reasons I have not posted here for so long...
One of the most exciting things has been being invited to take part in the Selvedge Fair this coming Saturday! I have been extremely busy this past month getting ready for it and am thrilled to be meeting so many talented artists on the day :)

My path...

Sometimes

Sometimes you have to leave, say goodbye and move on....It can hurt, it can make you cry...

Sometimes you find a new path...that leads to a new life, new experiences....that fill in the holes in your heart.

Back with big changes...

...it's been very long since my last post...


...feeling serene and happy....
....and my painting fingers are incredibly itchy...

Monogram

I fell in love with Odysseas Elytis poems, from the first verse i ever read...and in my work i always aspire to capture some of its magic...a thing impossible I know.
I found a translation of The Monogram on the internet, and had to post a small part of it here...i hope you enjoy it

"Always you the little star and always I the dark boat
Always you the harbor and I the beacon on the right
The wet dockwall and the gleam on the oars
High in the house with the vine arbors
The bound-up rosebushes, the water that feels cold
Always you the stone statue and always I the lengthning shadow
The half-closed window shutter you, I the wind that opens it
Because I love you and I love you
Always you the coin and I the adoration that cashes it:

So much for the night, so much for the roar in wind
So much for the droplet in the air, so much for the quietude
Around the despotic sea
Arch of the sky with the stars
So much for your least breath

That I have nothing more
Amid the four walls, the ceiling, the floor
To cry out of you and so my own voice strikes me
To smell of you and so men turn wild
Because men can't endure the untried
The brought from elsewhere and it's early, hear me
It's too early yet in this world my love

To speak of you and me."


x
Lily

Back home...

It's been two days since i came home from Germany where i went for treatment. Everything went well until a volcano had the idea to keep me from coming home for a few days...but i managed to click my heels and land somehow in my studio again...i missed my painting, the Mediterranean light and my dogs very much, and I'm relieved to be reunited with them all...

I'll probably be heading to Germany in September again, but for now, I'll enjoy all i have and keep painting... with the light flowing through my window, my watercolours on the table next to my rocking chair and my little dogs at my feet, dreaming :)

x
Lily

Confessions

Thanks to everyone for their lovely welcome back comments :) I'm very grateful to everyone!

I'm busily working on paintings, and i have to say that the lovely weather we have had lately has helped boost my spirits - Spring has a magical way of doing that!
Blogs i suppose are also about confessions, so i'll confess here that i was scared, scared that i wouldn't have the inspiration and energy to get back to my paintings...and it sort of showed in the first attempts i made, the colours were dark, the girls were sorrowful, something you will notice no doubt your self when i add the paintings to my shop. But slowely the joy is coming back into them, the playfullness that i embarassingly let myself forget about, and ofcourse, hope, hope that i'll be able to continue doing what i love most for a long while yet :)

much love,
a little less scared painter,
called Lily (Maya, Stavri....the list goes on, lol)