My mother wrote a poem entitled “The Lady of the Lake” which inspires the painting I’m working on above. I’ve written the poem within the piece, maybe five times now. It’s fading in and out and not really meant to be legible. I don’t usually post paintings before they are finished or in progress but this one is making me think a lot and I wanted to share it. Here’s the poem:
The lady of the lake
I know a beautiful lady
Who lives by the lake.
And yet she’s cruel,
And her thirst for victims,
She’ll never slake.
Garments of glorious colors,
Incandescent reds and blues,
And shimmering greens she wears.
Yet not a sign of evil or wrongdoing
Her wondrous figure bears.
Living a carefree life of beauty, this
Beauteous lady would never have
Cause to cry,
This magnificent, beautiful,
Shimmering Madame Dragonfly!
by Carla Chlouber © Chlouber Estate
I found this article about dragonfly’s the New York Times wrote recently which is excellent—I really had no idea dragonfly’s are so lethal. I guess my mom did though. It’s really making me think about the nature of beauty (at least our perception of it), cruelty and how things might look a certain way, perhaps be beautiful, but in reality be the opposite.