Complete at last:
The title comes from a line in Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Amnesiac’:
Sweet Lethe is my life
In the foreground are a lifetime of colourful collected memories, as the soul arrives at the banks of the River Lethe. Some of the memories are embroidered and embellished – let’s be honest, we all do that. Beyond the river lies the sketchy, misty outline of a new life yet to be lived on the other side.
This piece underwent a minor compositional change, from landscape rectangle to square. Somehow a square is better at holding things, like a box. Changing to a square tightened the composition of the jostling shapes, and made them cling to each other better.
Bridal tulle covering part of the river and the landscape beyond makes the colours appear paler and further away. I like bridal tulle better than dress net because it is much softer and finer, and almost transparent. Although the colours in the foreground are lively and vibrant, I can’t help feeling a certain sadness in this piece. Regret, perhaps, or nostalgia. It seems to be about saying goodbye.
Today I’m starting a new piece for Spring, with lots of tiny silk scraps that I’ve been saving. Pagan tradition holds that Spring begins at Imbolc (today). Yes, it’s still cold, and yes, it still gets dark early, but the colour and quality of the light is changing, and the air feels different. Time to wake up and shake off the blanket of snow; time to start growing again.