She has eyelashes now!

My friends have been telling me that my exhibition, Brutally Beautiful, was being advertised on the trains here. I don’t catch the trains much because I have Anja and the endless stairs prove quite the challenge with a pram, but a friend of mine took a snap of it the other day:

Thanks Toni!

All in one drawing-

Thank you so much to Nicole for sending me these!

L
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Here are some photos of a painting I started the other day:

Both these photos are details, the actual painting is much larger but I’ve only been working on the face because it is the most important part of the painting. If I ruin the face- then I’ve ruined the whole painting!

This is part of a new series which is a bit more lighter and optimistic than my previous paintings. I haven’t got a title for it and I haven’t quite articulated it in my head, but I’ll find the words as the paintings take shape and develop.

-L

In a beautiful and gentle way. Renny Field’s album is probably the best thing I have clicked play on in a long, long time.
You can listen to it here: Renny Field

Lily
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Claudia & Daniel from Front Row Society came to my studio a couple of weeks ago and interviewed me as well as took some nice footage to make this video:

It’s part of their Creative Diary series which I think is awesome and am very honored to be part of- they also took the photos that I am using on this post too- Thanks Claudia & Daniel!

There are more photos on my artist facebook page: LINK

Thank you to everyone who made it through the wet and the cold. Thank you to everyone who helped spread the word and promoted it on their websites- and thank you to the people who helped me hang it- Ali, Ray, Claudia, Christian and Gene. Also thank you to the gallery and the staff for all of their support!

Lily Mae
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On your hands and knees
Scrub that floor
Manuscript- know it by heart
Family, cult-like
Mother, two sisters – princess and the werewolf

Rituals
Hailing to the Watchtowers
The blood that binds us,
And the whisky that numbs us

Scrub that fucking floor
Cant you see we don’t want you no more?

the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull

and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation

I would not remember you

or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these

and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops

a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight

‘Sylvia Plath and The Worry Bird. By Justin Fitzpatrick.