The Spring Art of Lucy Almey Bird

This is the Wilderness we Choose; Our Lenten Journey, day 20

‘Spring at Last’, Lucy Almey Bird

We are exactly half way through Lent, which feels as though it has lasted forever and gone by in the blink of an eye.

Today, I wanted to do something slightly different and share some spring art and a quote. And so, day 20 is for the enchanting paintings of Lucy Almey Bird, who says of herself;

"Born in 1973 I grew up mostly in rural Somerset. I am completely self taught having not taken the conventional route through education. I was encouraged to draw and paint from an early age, as my parents are both creative people, I was also taken on regular trips to galleries and museums which ignited my passion for art.

Art took a back seat while I raised my three daughters, who now they are older provide much of my inspiration.

I paint in acrylics on canvas board taking inspiration from everyday life. Domestic scenes feature regularly in my pictures taking a romanticised gentler look at life."

I absolutely adore her work, so filled with the blessings of the season. I also highly recommend her autumn paintings; her cabbages are beyond compare! And those dresses! I would love to live inside one of her images, although I often feel that I do. What could be more likely to help us shake off the last of the winter dark than these?

Find more of her work at: https://www.lucyalmeybird.com/

And, just as a tiny extra, here is a little quote for those amongst us who can't wait for the spring to properly begin!

’Sing all you want,’ Moomintroll muttered, angry to the point of crying. ‘Sing about your horrible winter with the black ice and unfriendly snow-horses, and people who never appear but only hide and are queer!’

He tramped up the slope, he kicked at the snow, his tears froze on his snout, and suddenly he started to sing his own song.

He sang it at the top of his voice, so that Too-ticky would hear it and be put out.

This was Moomintroll’s angry summer song:

Listen, winter creatures, who have sneaked the sun away,

Who are hiding in the dark and making all the valley grey:

I am utterly alone, and I’m tired to the bone,

And I’m sick enough of snowdrifts just to lay me down and groan.

I want my blue verandah and the glitter of the sea

And I tell you one and all that your winter’s not for me!

‘Just you wait until my sun’s coming back to look at you, and then you’ll all look silly, all of you,’ Moomintroll shouted and didn’t even care about his rhymes anymore…”

(from 'Moominland Midwinter' by Tove Jansson)