Freitag, 8. Februar 2013

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the lady of shalott

'I am half-sick of shadows said' the lady of shalott - alfred lord tennyson, 1842

cursed to remain alone in her island fortress, the lady of shalott is unable to participate in the world except to view its distorted reflection in her mirror and weave those images on her loom. 

both the poem and the photos serve to raise questions about society and the artist's role, responding to the conflicting commands to create art inspired by the world and also to live in it. the longstanding connection between weaving and fate implies that the ultimate destiny of the lady, as both artist and individual in society, is to see the world only through her own filters.

if you would like to read the poem: the lady of shalott

willows whiten, aspens quiver,
little breezes dusk and shiver
thro' the wave that runs for ever
by the island in the river
flowing down to camelot.
four gray walls, and four gray towers,
overlook a space of flowers,
and the silent isle imbowers
the lady of shalott.
- alfred, lord tennyson

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