…By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her
hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?…
- from The Lady of Shalott (1833, Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Pictured: Pathfinder, 2018, acrylic on linen, 40.5 x 30.5 cm, part of my solo show, BACKSTORIES, temporarily under lock and key at Stephen McLaughlan Gallery on the eighth floor of the Nicholas Building, Melbourne. 🔐