Time out


What a weird and disruptive year this has been.

We are in our new home, but are still in between. We don’t have enough furniture to unpack completely, nor the time. I am covered in dirt and sweat and horse hair.
Horse smell is a pretty great smell though.


So I have a lot of things lined up for next year, I think as soon as Time switches over to January 1st 2015 I am going to be propelled into many things. I look forward to it.
But, for now, I’ve got to put my head down and make up for work that has been on hold for many months and will see you all on the other side of this merriment.


Merry festivities and wish you all a safe new year.

Group Exhibition in San Francisco!


Stephanie Chefas invited me to be part of a group exhibition – Platinum Blend – opening at the Modern Eden Gallery in San Francisco, January 10th 2015. I am really proud of the drawing I produced particularly for this show.
I very much wanted to go over to be there for the opening, but alas I have no funds.

Anyway if you happen to be there, go! There are loads of great artists in the show.

Thanks Stephanie!

Quick skull


We are still within the process of moving house, and have been so for nearly a week now. A trailer on our on back and forth, back and forth.
Sometimes I am so tired and hungry I get the shakes and then I’ve got to stuff my face with take out and answer one phone call after the next. Connecting this, arranging that, somehow keeping the kidlet entertained.
I unpacked over ten boxes last night, they were full of mostly books. We forgot the shelves of the big book shelf, so I just stacked them in the weird room. We have a weird room. I’m pretty sure that there is no way we can make it work aesthetically or even practically, but I do like this house. It feels pretty good to be in here.
Still, I am up and down and trying really hard to stay focused.
Soon, I will be able to just draw and not be cleaning and unpacking and in between.

Answering Amy’s Questions

This is my friend Amy Tsilemanis – she is one busy woman and one of the nicest people I know, she’s asked me some questions (for the Leibster Award thing-a-ma-jig!)

Which things/people make you feel at home?
People make me feel at home, or the essence of them. Sound creepy? Being in a place that the people I am close to share and leave their mark on makes me feel pretty safe and grounded – which are things I associate with ‘home’.

What do you love about making art?
I love it because it is my language – it makes sense with my mind and my hands to do it. I can get lost within it, I can deal with challenging life things with it, I’m pretty good at it, I communicate with it and I learn with it.

What was your favourite meal in the last week and why?
Well, I have been staying in Melbourne the last week so I have had so many good meals. I made cous cous with pine nuts, roasted and raw veggies, served with a side of beetroot and dill, hummus and eggplant dips. I also had twenty mushroom and veggie dumplings (which I consumed within ten minutes!) and I had a raw food stack at the Veggie Bar which was super ace:

Do you have a favourite book and memory of first reading it?
‘Will There Really Be A Morning’, Frances Farmer and ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’, Ray Bradbury.
I read them when I was a teenager – both very different books but both spoke to me on a level nothing else had. I recently found a copy of the Frances Farmer book at a book sale in a church in Ballarat, I bought it.

What is the funniest/weirdest thing a stranger has ever said to you?
I got cornered by a guy at a goth club who insisted that I looked like Heath Ledger and was convinced that I was a man.

Have you ever tried to learn another language? What did you love/hate about it?
I learned Italian all through primary school and some of high school – which was handy as Brunswick had a large Italian population and some it came back to me when I was in Italy in 2012.
I found Japanese and Arabic extremely challenging but beautiful languages. I have tried to learn German for years.
The thing I didn’t like about them, is that I am bad at them, but I think learning languages is good for ones brain.

What scares the shit out of you?
Pain and loss.

Can you share a recent artist discovery (music, writing, visual art…)?
Friends got married recently and posted some of the most magical wedding pictures I have ever seen. They were taken by photographer Lilli Waters – who I have heard about and who I have been confused with! Her work is lush to say the least:
Lilli Waters

Do you have a blog post you have written you are particularly proud of?
I’m pretty proud of all of this blog, but two recent ones are:
I just need to draw
Illustrating therapy content

What is your most treasured thing you’ve found unexpectedly?
I am assuming you mean a material object? Probably the book I mentioned above, but I guess that isn’t too unexpected because like it was a book and I was at a book fair.
But really, what I have found unexpectedly this year, being one of the most challenging years I have ever faced – my inner strength. Sounds corny? Don’t care, I feel strong.

Thanks Amy!!!



When life gives you lemons, f****n’ draw them..

Child turned feral, it was the witching hour so Grandma bathed her and I got to draw some lemons.

I don’t see that being in transition, and not really having a place called home – yet – as an excuse not to be drawing. I mean, I’m super tired, non of my clothes fit me and I feel like s**t about that. BUT, drawing is good, drawing is nice, drawing takes me away to that happy place.

Happy, lemony place.


Panic attack be gone!

Dear Blog,

My stomach is in knots and I’m finding it impossible to pack and clean. So I thought I’d check in, you have a habit of making me feel better. Be it through the lovely process of writing, or the knowledge that someone else out there may hear me – you work.
Do what you have to do, right?

Anyway, I thought it was caffeine induced but it turned out I hadn’t drunk as much coffee as I had thought. I couldn’t sleep again last night. It’s probably the sleep dep. and like, everything else.

Why can’t I get this place clean? Did I loose my ability to clean and sort? Am I broken? Can I be fixed?

But, like, does it really matter? I mean, my kid is dressed and cleaned and fed and loved. As is my husband. As am I! Wow!
I want to pack my drawing stuff, which I always stall with because I like having it there, readily available. I’m wondering if the dead mouse I found on top of my folio is the real reason why I just won’t do it. I could just wipe the area it was on but it’s a mental block too, I think.

See I am already feeling better and by the time I finish this I can go and wipe that area and pack my drawing stuff and some other art stuff and feel a sense of achievement. Then I’ll drive kid and I to Melbourne and we can have afew days of just being. It’s nice to just be. It’s nice to do nice things together.



There’s a dead bat in the sink, hugging a Chux

I’ve been away from here for about a week, we all have. When we got home the other night we all fell into bed and slept.
It was amazing waking up the next morning to my snoring daughter and my sleepy husband.

There’s spiders everywhere. Mice have moved in and are not afraid to let themselves, or their shit, be known. There’s a dead bat in the sink, hugging a Chux.

Kid and I watch a baby bunny from the kitchen window in the morning, before we all get ready and drive into town for them to see lawyers and for the papers get signed, for library books to be returned and the grocery shopping gets done.
Then the real estate is coming and everyone is madly cleaning. Except me, because I have never been able to get this place clean and sorted, I have no idea what to do. My bed has become my island from which I work, eat, read, hide.

Why can’t I get anything done? Why do I have no energy?

My husband is off working long hours and it’s the first day of five and I’m already panicked – we’ve got to pack because we move next Friday. There is no one to help life the heavy boxes or to tell me what is what, because I have no idea what to do with most of the things. Kid is following me around asking question after question and I wish I was able to be a fun mum and make stressful things into fun but alas, I am not able. I am quiet and most of my answers are shrugs.

The dishes, oh my word. I don’t even know where to begin.

I feel pretty far away, I feel pretty anxious – I feel pretty small and remote.

A call out

Yesterday evening, I put a call out for people to model for me for my next project. I have had such a huge response in such a short amount of time – I am so happy!!! I feel so lucky!!!
I used these drawings as an example of what I want people to do:


People asked if I was just looking out for women – this is not the case. Most of my works feature nude women because I am a woman and I am the easiest model. Basically, they are all of me. Ha.
I am after all kinds of people – you just have to be willing to get nude. This is not a portrait series either, this collection of work is about body and nude/ nakedness.

I thought I should write what is going on here just incase anyone reads this and wants to be part of it. If that is you, please email me lily at lilymaemartin dot com.

I will travel to you if I can, also I don’t have the funds to pay people – but I will give you the prep. sketch of the work as a thank you.

But thank you again to all the people who shared it about and to all of those who are willing to take part – it is such a privilege! I cannot wait to get started.

I just have to move house first…

Play Up – An Amazing Experience

Some months ago I was invited to draw at the Play Up convention in Sydney, as well as run a drawing workshop, by the Arts Health Institute. This is a convention exploring and exchanging ideas on how to bring the arts into aged care – I was pretty excited about it, but also didn’t know what to expect.

But wow, what a ride. Well, it was held at the Luna Park – I didn’t go on the rides because I don’t do rides..


I started off with quick blind continual line drawings – the above one being a trust exercise in Nick Fury’s workshop on performance anxiety.

And I went on to do more detailed drawings:



The first day ended with a life time achievement award for 100 year old dancer Eileen Kramer. She danced and everyone was speechless. It was so beautiful. I drew her, and then gave her the drawing.


Here is a video of her dancing earlier this year:

There was a party afterwards –
In the Coney Island, which felt like we had stepped into a time warp. What an amazing place. I didn’t last too long as I had been up since 4:30AM and traveling, then drawing all day.

Then the next day was a bit shorter for me as I had to catch my plane back, I had problems with my ticket so went to the airport early to sort it out. But wow, I left thinking that there is hope in this world when there are wonderful people doing wonderful things.

Thank you AHI for the opportunity and the experience.



In between places


I’ve been in the big smoke for most of this week, having to leave the above work in progress behind.
I was reluctant to leave, I’m enjoying the drawing. But it’s been so good. Though I had to cancel a few things as the first night here I hardly slept. I’ve been cooking food for everyone and having shallow baths, reading books and going to bed super early.

I went to Play Fest with my kid to see Georgia Fields play – it was wonderful. We stuck around to see other acts and I laughed to much and kid danced so much – it was really great.

Then man face missed me so much he came down to visit and we went on a date! We haven’t done that in a very, very long time.

I think this is what people call relaxed.


I also got to pick up a number of my works from my framer – he’s a real gem. Collecting my work from there is like my Christmas time, several times a year. Or even birthdays, because birthdays are like, way better.
Anyway, I love his work and he tells me to keep working and it’s always really nice and I sit and look at how my works are transformed into legitimate pieces of art by these beautiful mount boards, floating mounts and frames.

So anyway, not back in the country until much later this week as I am off to Sydney tomorrow for the conference. Then, when I do get back, I have to pack as we are moving!