Lost in Woods, Most Def
Here is a self-portrait, based on an old photograph from long ago. I’m lost in the woods, like the lovers in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The woods are sparkling, full of hope, while I’m lost in darkness and receding into the gloom.
I did this sketch with water-soluble crayons. It’s something like a dancer’s face, and reminds me of L’Après Midi D’un Faune. A sort of Art Nouveau confection with a crown of climbing vines and faraway green eyes.
Faune
Shakespeare as a blue collar worker, in a sort of hunky “Because I’m worth It” pose, with added flowers.
The hedgerows near my nursery school in Henley-in-Arden are what I always think of when I hear him naming his litany of flowers, like eglantine and gillyflowers, like cuckoo-bud and violets. (I believe Elizabeth Gaskell was also among the alumni).
I’m thinking of doing quite a few pieces on this subject.
Ah Shakespeare
