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fillière
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Story of an art piece.


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.


A patch of my garden currently looks like this and this morning triggered pic/poem.


