another daydream

another daydream

Monday, January 29, 2018

Borrowing from Hamlet

Scene at the Tate

Even in the gallery, there’s gossip. Strangers talk about what was staged––the model with silver gown stayed hours in a tin tub, laid out like caviar––to the general view, a maiden voyage. And Millais, Pre-Raphaelite, realist to the manner born, grappled with the Surrey flies, windy gusts that could toss him to the water, and a notice for trespassing––murder most foul of the hay. What, then, did he confide to a friend? Painting  “…under such circumstances would be greater punishment to a murderer than hanging.” Not to mention the medical bills when Siddal of the bath took chill in the long hours of painstaking detail. Art exacts a price and so the heart, as Ophelia floats in her perpetual spring.