When I was little, every spring my Dad would recite the same poem:
Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is
I know he didn't make it up, but I'm not sure where it comes from. And I also know I've already sung the praises of spring, but when you live in a city in which it's truly brutal winter seven months a year, spring is really, really significant. By summer, I guarantee I'll be complaining about the heat, but right now I'm profoundly grateful for both the sunshine and the rain, and the gorgeously comfortable temperatures. And the colour, oh the colour! On that note, here is a little gal I've just made, unnamed as of yet:
Her hair is rather messy and needs some adjusting, but you get the idea. I'm taking a little break from clay and making some cloth dolls.
I've got a bunch of parts just waiting to be pieced together so that they need no longer be creepy disembodied doll parts.
Everything I make from this point on until the end of May is intended for the LabCab festival that takes place in Toronto May 31st and June 1st. I'll be there with my little booth as well as a section of the art display, so if you're in the area, come on by! There will be theater and music and visual art, and it has all been organized by my dear friend and the most talented actor, Aviva, so it is bound to be most excellent.
Thanks to the beautiful weather I've been tootling around the city on my bike. I've recently become obsessed with Montreal rooftops because no matter how long I live here I can't get over how lovely they are... so much beautiful detail and colour. Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a cross between a tale from Ye Olde Days of Yore and an Edward Gorey illustration. Here are a few of my favourites:
Can you believe it? A castle! And some turrets...
And balconies for all the star-crossed lovers...
More happiness everyone, and more spring!