Pablo Picasso once said: "Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things."
We want to peek through the door and see what’s behind the image. We asked Toi’s artists to tell us the story behind the picture, what motivated it, what ideas or events produced it. Because every representation has it’s own story, it’s own world for us to discover.
This is what Evelyn told us:
This illustration was inspired by Love Poem XIV by the chilean poet Pablo Neruda.
I read his words and I feel the unconditional love, the poignant love that makes you shake your legs and sigh with melancholy.
Here it is, as translated by W. S. Merwin:
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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Flora Waycott interview for Toi art Gallery.
Flora Waycott is an artist and illustrator from England, currently living in Australia. Raised in Japan as a child, here parents bought her first paint set when she was 8 years old and enrolled her in to art classes in her neighborhood, where she embarked on her creative journey. She graduated with a degree in textile design and worked as a textile designer for a number of years, working with patterns and exciting color palettes. Her love of nature is prominent in her work, combined with little snippets of the world around her, with bold color and thoughtful details.