Magdalena
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage lace, organza & jewellery; wool & wire
53cm H x 38cm W
Magdalena has, unfortunately, proved the undoing of many an unfortunate soul. She once - briefly - dwelled with a poet in a picturesque cottage beside the perfect babbling brook. The very night of her arrival, they lay beneath the night sky, gazing rapt at the boundless swathe of stars as he composed sonnets to his love's own incomparable beauty. He may well have written the most moving lines in literary history, the very apogee of the poet's art...but alas we shall never know. He had not chance to record his words upon paper; his still, cold corpse was discovered the next morning yet clutching a lock of sanguine hair between his bloodless fingers
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage lace, organza & jewellery; wool & wire
53cm H x 38cm W
Magdalena has, unfortunately, proved the undoing of many an unfortunate soul. She once - briefly - dwelled with a poet in a picturesque cottage beside the perfect babbling brook. The very night of her arrival, they lay beneath the night sky, gazing rapt at the boundless swathe of stars as he composed sonnets to his love's own incomparable beauty. He may well have written the most moving lines in literary history, the very apogee of the poet's art...but alas we shall never know. He had not chance to record his words upon paper; his still, cold corpse was discovered the next morning yet clutching a lock of sanguine hair between his bloodless fingers
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage lace, organza & jewellery; wool & wire
53cm H x 38cm W
Magdalena has, unfortunately, proved the undoing of many an unfortunate soul. She once - briefly - dwelled with a poet in a picturesque cottage beside the perfect babbling brook. The very night of her arrival, they lay beneath the night sky, gazing rapt at the boundless swathe of stars as he composed sonnets to his love's own incomparable beauty. He may well have written the most moving lines in literary history, the very apogee of the poet's art...but alas we shall never know. He had not chance to record his words upon paper; his still, cold corpse was discovered the next morning yet clutching a lock of sanguine hair between his bloodless fingers
