Water Graves - Ophelia
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Water Graves
Reflections on the Illusions of Drowning in Art
Curated by Taylor Schwartz
John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1851 |
"There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress
Or like a creature native and endued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death." Hamlet, William Shakespeare
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