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fillière
Categories: UncategorizedTags: Art, Beauty, Creativity, Drawing, Humour, Image, Life, Poem, Poetry, Truth
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Collage: Scissor / snip /
cut / slash one’s way, hold, bold,
tentative lay, paste without haste
something new find, sway the mind
from abstraction to abstraction.



Story of an art piece.

That singular canal evening
of August ’66,
piled high with its references to Ruisdael,
Rembrandt, and Claude Lorraine,
trickled down
from Holland’s summer sky
and settled around us
its light & aromatic amber.

Very early in her writing career it was obvious that Margaret Atwood didn’t write from any predisposition to themes even mildly mawkish. Nor were they romantic, sentimental, or nostalgic.
That, along with the titles of her early works, inclined me to think of her as an incomparably fearless and ruthless author with the truths of her tale-telling.
I made this drawing about 1980, quite before the printing of her ferocious “The Handmaid’s Tale”, and by which time she had gathered around her a clutch of early distinguished titles that would secure her place amongst Canadian and international authors.
