Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
The subject of my book came from a stack of love letters my father wrote to my mother in the years 1937 to 1939, for theirs was a long-distance romance. Combined with pictures from my mother's photo albums, I created Roméo à Cyp as a tribute to their lives together. This August 23rd would have been their 70th Wedding Anniversary. Sadly, August 5th marks 30 years since my father, Roméo, passed away, and October 6th will mark 29 years since my mother, Cyprienne, passed.
This book was for them.
I made six copies, of which I kept three.
The title page, created by combining the cover my mother had created for the letters and the marks left by glue and paper on the back of one of her pictures.
My mother at her childhood home in Baie-St-Paul, Quebec.
A small letter written inside in which he asks Cyprienne to write to him often as it will help make the days away from her so much easier.
The Bride - My mother and her family justaposed over two family trees she had created in her photo albums.
August 23, 1939Since my parents passing, I have read most of the letters my father wrote as he courted my mother. I could only imagine her replies for he had not kept the letters she wrote. It is a very strange thing indeed to see your father in the role of courter and his letters certainly earned him the name he was given at birth, and which is synonomous with romance, Roméo.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
These past few days I have been reading the blog entries of many visual artists. It amazes me that we are from all over the globe, have completely different backgrounds, live completely different lives and yet our thoughts are so often similar. For instance, in a recent entry in Beyond Words, insanity was the topic of choice. Days earlier I found myself writing about sanity and insanity and how thinly veiled the latter was. Another topic was asemic writing, something I've done without realizing it had a name. In Identity I began writing a story about how our unique identity can be found in our fingerprints and our DNA. I was weaving this story through the ridges of my fingerprint but it eventually became asemic writing. It is a truly meditative process.
In the same vein, a few days ago I was reading Art Propelled where the weather was noted as an impedement to creating. The author is from South Africa where heat is the problem. Here in Canada winter has taken it's grip and -30 degree temperatures are paralyzing my creative mind. Opposites I know, but weather is weather.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Please forgive my confusion, but doing these collages has felt a lot like sharing my trespasses with the great beyond. And although as a creative outlet it has been wonderful, revisiting and thinking about the images I have been creating has me thinking I'm on the couch trying to figure out what makes me tic!