My art instructor, Sabrina, asked me in one of my lessons earlier this spring, to do an "imaginary drawing" using ink wash and Chinese brush pen, while she read out loud this portion from a Yeats poem:
Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate star-light has thrown reflections
On the dark stream,
Till all the eddies gleam;
And thereupon there comes that scream
From terrified, invisible beast or bird:
Image of poignant recollection.
-- from An Image from a Past Lifeby William Butler Yeats Irish Poet
1865-1939
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Whether the object in the sky is bird or human, it definitely fits the words of the poem...Drawings/paintings in shades of gray/black seem to give me a feeling of sadness/desperation/yearning...
ReplyDeleteSometimes color will do that to me, too. Although the words from the poem were melancholic, I seemed unknowingly to interpret it differently. The star came out almost cartoonish, seemingly walking across the sky, searching for its mate. Does it see its companion in the water? I'm not sure. There is a bit of melancholy in that!
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