Wednesday June 9 2010 3:39 pm

Lady Diamond

I’m working (for fun, and soon, for sale), on a set of drawings based on some of Child’s ballads. I got into English ballads when I was in middle school, obsessed (as were most girls I knew) with John William Waterhouse, Edward Burne-Jones, and Edmund Leighton, and because I had access both to my father’s extensive collection of English literature, and his collection of Steeleye Span records. But while many of my friends embraced the romanticism of ballads such as the Lady of Shalott, I gleefully gobbled up the more sinister works, such as Betsy Bell and Mary Gray, The Cruel Mother, and my personal favorite, Lady Diamond. I’d listened to “Lady Diamond” several times (it’s on Steeleye Span’s “Spanning the Years” compilation) before I actually listened to the lyrics, and when I did, I found it deliciously evil. On the off-chance that you don’t have an extensive Steeleye Span collection at your fingertips, here’s their version of the ballad:

There was a lord, a lord lived in the north country
He was a man of wealth and fame
He only had one child, a child but only one
And Lady Diamond was her name.

She did not love a lord, she did not love a king
She loved a kitchen boy, and William was his name
And though he brought her joy, he also brought her shame [In other versions of the ballad, it is made much more explicit that she has become pregnant by him.]
And he gave his heart to Lady Diamond.

“And his hair shines like gold,” said lady diamond
“And his eyes like crystal stones,” said lady diamond
“Bright as the silver moon,” she said, “bright as the sun that shines,”
“Bright as the silver moon,” she said, “bright as the sun that shines,”
On Lady Diamond.

It was a winter’s night, the lord could get no rest
To Lady Diamond’s room he came
He sat down on her bed just like a wondering ghost
“Now, Lady Diamond, tell me plain:

“Do you love a lord?” he said, “or do you love a king?”
“I love a kitchen boy, and William is his name.
And better I love that boy than all your well-bred men;
I have his heart,” said Lady Diamond.

“Oh, where are all my men,” he said, “that I gave meat and fee?
“Go fetch the kitchen boy and bring him here to me.”
They dragged him from the house and hung him on a tree,
And they gave his heart to Lady Diamond.

“And his hair shines like gold,” said Lady Diamond
“And his eyes like crystal stones,” said Lady Diamond
“Bright as the silver moon,” she said, “bright as the sun that shines,”
“Bright as the silver moon,” she said, “bright as the sun that shines,”
On Lady Diamond.

So, because one of my art teachers always told me, “draw what interests you — you’ll draw it better,” I decided to start my Child series with this one. While I already had lots of ideas floating around in my head for the image of Lady Diamond, I always feel that Research Is Necessary (this seems to be the most common cause of delay for any artistic project I undertake, and is an important reason why artists should never moonlight as academics). According to Wikipedia, “the story is derived from that of Ghismonda and Guiscardo from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio.” Further research on this led me to this Hogarth work:

William Hogarth is an idol of mine: I love his detail, his overflowing symbolism, and his unflinching displays of the most grotesque aspects of life in his time. I have to say, though, that this image doesn’t quite convey the sense of horror I’d hope to see in Sigismunda’s face — she looks scared, yes, but the rest of her pose is fairly relaxed, even nonchalant. Compare to some other depictions of the story:

Now those are some ladies who actually look like they’ve just been given the bloody heart of their lover in a golden cup.

I’ll be updating with some of these, and will be scanning in the works to save and perhaps colorize for a future collection; perhaps a book. The black-and-white originals, though, will be for sale, so watch this space…

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Thursday October 1 2009 10:21 am

I am not a robot!

I feel like this is the anthem of anyone who works retail or customer service. It certainly describes how I felt working at the fruit stand.

Marina also has a well-written blog, the best post of which may be this one.

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Saturday July 18 2009 12:32 pm

Mountain Goats - “No Children”

This is such an angry song! Why do I love it so much??…

“I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a failsafe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can’t find one good thing to say
And I hope if I found the strength to walk out, you’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand and in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die.”

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