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John W. Waterhouse often ties Classical, Celtic, and Norse poetry and prose to his images: His paintings are beautifully inspiring. I still have not decided what I love more, Literature or Art. I have used a painting by Waterhouse as inspiration for my Drawing. The Lady Clare
For several weeks now, I have been participating in a Grace Group Workshop. In the workshop, there has been a revisiting of my youth and trying to make sense of the roles I play and played in relationships. One of the exercises in the workshop is to write a letter to someone who had harmed me when I was a child, and read it out loud to the others in the group. A catharsis of sorts, an open acknowledgment of a painful event and being heard, which is something I did not experience as a child.
In time, there is redemption.
I had already written a letter of complaint to those who had harmed me and still felt a impulse to write one to my sister, Annie, who was hit by a car and killed at age 16, when I was only 9 years of age. Survivors ’s guilt had haunted me for years. A complicated web of lies were hidden from me, for I was youngest child in the family. And only after the death of many involved was I given the truth of many a familial crime.
In many ways, I love the story of civil disobedience reflected in a play by Sophocles, titled “Antigone.” In my mind Antigone is the hero in the play because she dared to bury her brother even though the law decreed that act treason. But we do not know much about Ismene, the sister who survived the Tragedy. The following poem is a metaphor of the events involving the death of my sister and youth.

Today is December 27, 2009. I am no longer a slave to my anger, I am so grateful to be able to voice this experience through written word and art.

Ismene’s Rant

There she is. That stupid girl.
You went ahead and buried our brother.
Why did you not let him rot?
Look over there… and there… the dogs and birds would have had their way with him.
The earth would swallow him.
Lunging—leaping— turning of that soil
You knew the decree

Instead, you just had to do the one thing that would send our uncle reeling
You drug Polynices from the street and carted him to his burial site.
I watched you
Pour out the libations
and I heard your wailing,
I stood there behind the trees.

The soil Lunging - Leaping—Turning- Spinning
Don’t YOU see? You could hear her.
Far away
The wailing
screaming
They bound her, they took her.
Polynices was dead, and she buried him with that shovel.

Now what Sis?
I hate you because now you are in a Poe’s tomb
Creon removed you, He bound you.
You buried yourself.
Now, I am here to pick up the pieces.
I hate you for doing that one defiant act.
You selfish bitch.

Ever since the beginning of memory, I drew, painted, and crafted. As a child, above our family couch was a painting of lush woods and trail leading to a cottage house. I followed the trail with my mind’s eye and invented a family that lived in the cottage. Sometimes I would ”sit“ under a painted tree and imagine the world of the painting. My orientation shifted, I was no longer sitting on the couch, I was under the artfully rendered tree. This was the beginning of a love affair with art.

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  • Valerie Anne Kelly
    Valerie Anne K...over 5 years ago

    Aww this is just lovely sweetheART ;} happy hippy hugglez

  • Thank you Valzart. Happy higgle ot you too… smiles and grins…

    – izzybeth

  • blamo
    blamoover 5 years ago

    A lot of thought as gone into this izzy …………..Excellent depiction

  • Thank you my freind, I think it is really nifty the way some art pieces fall together. As I was working on this initially it was going to be monochromatic. Green. Then I just kept layering on the color. Trying to see how the colors worked together and against eachother. It was a fun experiment.
    Waterhouse’s “Lady Clare” is a different colorway, of course, and when he paints his women, they are so very lovely. I had written “I’s Rant” before I drew the picture, and as I was working on the picture I began to think about how frightening I think the eyes in this look. Not pretty and soft like Waterhouse’s. Oh well, maybe in time, I can make a face soft like he did.

    So the crazed look in her face kept bringing me back to the poem I had written. It was not until near completion that I saw it looks like she has a knife in her right hand!

    I am going to have to take some time to read “The Lady Clare” by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I wonder if it will continue to make sense to me?

    – izzybeth

  • catherine walker
    catherine walkerover 5 years ago

    Fabulous!!!!

  • Catherine, thank you very much.

    – izzybeth

  • Alexandra Felgate
    Alexandra Felgateover 5 years ago

    Beautiful, love your choices of colour here.

  • izzybeth
    izzybethover 5 years ago

    I am so glad that you like this. You are so sweet, you even favorited it!!!

  • woof
    woofover 5 years ago

    nice work!!

  • Thank you very much Mr. Woof… I appreciate it.

    – izzybeth

  • blamo
    blamoover 5 years ago

    Thanks for the added info izzy

  • izzybeth
    izzybethover 5 years ago

    Wink

  • Heloisa Castro
    Heloisa Castroover 5 years ago

    great!

  • thank you Heloisa!!!

    – izzybeth

  • Sally Omar
    Sally Omarover 5 years ago

    Tells its own story…beautiful!!!!!!!!! xoxooxoxoxo

  • you like it Sally? Thank you.

    – izzybeth

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