My first sale of an original painting, at my first exhibition.
Mixed media on canvas
Detail from Ophelia 09
I basically laid the canvas on the kitchen floor and started throwing paint, paper doylies, scratching into it with skewers all sorts of weird and wonderful stuff was happening and the painting appeared in front of me. I was looking at Ophelia earlier in the week and so the name and inspiration was born.
Inspiration:“There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death."