Maudit Vent GBT 1914;Pierre Brissaud;9 1/2″ x 7 1/2″;A,P
The spring season means various things to many people. My most vivid childhood memory of spring in Arctic Winnipeg was racing wooden matches along the still-frozen gutters awash with mountains of melting snow. These days, however, I favor a more moderate, colorful and variegated interaction with the visitation. Still waiting for that magic in this year’s maudit (censored) spring, here we let ourselves go by virtue of snappy and arresting lithographic homages to what can be the greatest time of the year.
We start with a pochoir, now more than a hundred years old, coming to light when April in Paris was beauty itself; but it could be nippy, and windy hell for those wearing specially chosen hats. Continue reading