Monday, December 15, 2008

The Picture of Oscar Wilde




"Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,
This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings;
Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,
Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'r enjoys..."

- Alexander Pope

1 comment:

Helen said...

I've always loved the use of colour and shade in all the sketches and drawings I have seen prior to this. Your final painting is certainly everything I thought it would be. The expression on his face strikes a chord; he seems so melancholy. There is a sense of nostalgia and sorrow about the whole image. The dying butterflies look like sparks of fire, and it seems to me, a flood of moonlight illuminates his face (this is my interpretation)...again, your use of shadow and light is beautiful. And again, the likeness here is exact.

I am looking at Oscar Wilde.

xxxx