This is the collage I made three years ago in response to Lea's poem "White Season/3"...

Below is what I wrote about it for an exhibit submission...
Behind Your Velvet Elvis (where Time stands still)
mixed media on cardboard, 39 x 44 cm
This collage was conceived and created in stolen moments of time, when I was at my desk working on another project, in between domestic duties while my baby napped and late at night when the house was uncharacteristically silent. The piece collaborates with the poem White Season/3 by Lea Graham (From Calendar Girls. Ottawa, Canada: above/ground press, 2006). Thematically Graham draws upon the myth of Persephone, re-imagining the story as if the Goddess of the Underworld spent the winter drinking wine in her girlfriend’s kitchen instead of residing with Hades.
As a new mother, I have precious little time to indulge in long chats over cheap wine with my friends, but for weeks White Season/3 hung over my desk where I subconsciously conversed with Graham’s words. I knew that I wanted to create a piece of artwork that somehow collaborated with the poem (which centralizes time in both the kairos and the chronos sense), but I was out of canvas and waiting for the chance to replenish my supply. Finally, on my way to take out the recycling one day, a corner of a magazine cover caught my eye and an empty diaper box that I was about to discard became my canvas. Without Graham’s poem in front of me and without trying to consciously recall it, I paged through the February issue of Parenting and tore out images seemingly at random. Yet, when I returned to the poem, it was apparent that Graham’s words had guided my selection of imagery.
The dappling of sunlight on a tree in a promotional glossy began the collage. Although the narrative of White Season/3 is about wiling away a cold winter’s afternoon, one is left with a sense of warmth....the warmth of a kitchen as snow falls outside and the warmth of a friendship that has weathered many seasons. And, so the collage employs signifiers of summer—green grass, yellow sunshine and lemonade—promises that winter’s germinating seeds will bear fruit and flowers, the gifts of Demeter, Goddess of the Earth.
Both the poem and the collage are about time passing and what is created in between. Women who share a long history with one another inevitably construct mythologies of their own and timescapes that only they inhabit.