"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
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Anonymous
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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.
1 comment:
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.
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