tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63200268591194547162024-02-18T19:10:45.619-08:00Allow me to illustrate....Zan Dean Illustrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386260909904183016noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320026859119454716.post-59235390980395746442009-02-08T09:35:00.000-08:002009-02-08T11:32:21.095-08:00Metamorphoses, Belgian fairytales & Pythagorean Metaphysics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb8l9VRatagibHPrNRckMnTwfuCq816U1pvts32G-01gEBHzeFzQwvkCAI5_yBullZgXTNWv88fUaH3Aw3aGXedhNGJIRU3_smOG47fxTpaJEIJTFSsK39HQ-UkxaxuM9RDU_Hp5mSQg/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb8l9VRatagibHPrNRckMnTwfuCq816U1pvts32G-01gEBHzeFzQwvkCAI5_yBullZgXTNWv88fUaH3Aw3aGXedhNGJIRU3_smOG47fxTpaJEIJTFSsK39HQ-UkxaxuM9RDU_Hp5mSQg/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511275201452066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting in the gold - having received a rather invaluable present from mister Fury... as it consequently inspired a final push to finishing the then latest piece of work. Poster for a production of Maurice Maeterlinck's Pelleas & Melisande (above) - while drinking 'star' and 'freedom' we talked on the nature of us, our inability to win fights, the company it leads us to... and our soundtrack to the winter of 'our' discontent. all amidst fits of laughter, shark insults and waitress paranoia (... on our part)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> A little girl weeping by the water's edge?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[_He coughs._]--She does not hear me. I cannot see her face. [_He</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">approaches and touches_ MELISANDE _on the shoulder._] Why weepest</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thou? [MELISANDE _trembles, starts up, and would flee._]--Do not be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">afraid. You have nothing to fear. Why are you weeping here all alone?</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> -Do not touch me! do not touch me!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Do not be afraid.... I will not do you any.... Oh, you are beautiful!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Do not touch me! do not touch me! or I throw myself</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> in the water!...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - I will not touch you.... See, I will stay here, against the tree. Do</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> not be afraid. Has any one hurt you?</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Oh! yes! yes! yes!... [_</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sh</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">e sobs profoundly._]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Who has hurt you?</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> -Every one! every one!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD. - What hurt have they done you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - I will not tell! I cannot tell!...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Come; do not weep so. Whence co</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">me you?</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - I have fled!... fled ... fled....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Yes; but whence have you fled?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - I am lost!... lost!... Oh! oh! lost here.... I am not of this</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> place.... I was not born there....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">GOLAUD.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Whence are you? Where were you born?</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">MELISANDE.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Oh! oh! far away from here!... far away ... far away....</span></span></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">In case of mild curiosity (and i'd hate to leave u guessing... ;) </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGd8juOgUOI/SY8jM-Z2AGI/AAAAAAAAABU/QWu3-y-5oWE/s1600-h/sc0029ac4901.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGd8juOgUOI/SY8jM-Z2AGI/AAAAAAAAABU/QWu3-y-5oWE/s200/sc0029ac4901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493992255160418" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;">..... the inspirational gift!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Which now plays bookmark to my new copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses - the latest<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > (and no doubt to be continual) </span>source of inspiration.<br /><br />On returning back to sleepy lewes i was welcomed home by a mint condition set of The Yellow Books sitting on our bookshelf!... amazing.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbA4I-YfGhl85LPjt-ZvsEbFX7adUN_ObW91qu3tyV29sMWWJvXs0HBDzxkTijzBLWPhQOp9Jts9A62J0exg9pyFh2k7oAB7FkdBHqVPoMzn0Gjm9K5FHsxnRpREnhu6IgloNQEEoG9DU/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGd8juOgUOI/SY8xIj6HvmI/AAAAAAAAABk/JqT7AMasGNY/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGd8juOgUOI/SY8xIj6HvmI/AAAAAAAAABk/JqT7AMasGNY/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509309586095714" border="0" /></a></div></div>Zan Dean Illustrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386260909904183016noreply@blogger.com0