Pencil on paper
65cm x 50cm
© 2009 Tammy Lu
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky…
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear. (…)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Lady of Shalott” (1832, 1842)
A big thank you to Gene Acompanado for digitizing this image.