Jag har tillskansat mig mer och bättre material att arbeta med för mina digitala kollage och har därför omarbetat ett gammalt verk i Empress-serien:
”Elisabeth was in love with love, because to her it was the spark of life. She regarded the sensation of being worshiped as a tribute offered to her beauty. But her enthusiasms never lasted long, apparently because her artistic feelings would not allow her senses to be captured…
She should have been enthroned among the gods, she should have been courted on the hills of Parnassus or singled out, like Leda and Semele, by a triumphant Zeus. The coarsness of life repelled the Empress to the same degree that its beauty attracted her.”
”As Ariadne once, forsaken today / lingers Titania on the high cliff alone / The sun seeks now to pale its final ray / High up in the aether the first star´s light has shone (…) / Titania stares immobile into the distance / With moistened eye, who gains there now admittance?”
”On luscious summer nights / by the full moon´s sultry glow / I often thought: ”This one´s right!” / And rejoiced that it was so.
Yet always at break of day / Pressed to my heart so warm / I saw with fright and dismay / The ass´s head upon my arm.”
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