I love the John Donne poem ‘The Triple Fool’ which starts with the lines:
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
Those lines have always just stuck in my head. It was after a conversation with a friend (medical student) who had been talking about the condition armoured heart or panzerhas (apparently it means calcareous deposits in the pericardium resulting from subacute or chronic pericarditis) that the idea for a drawing grew in my head.
It ended up starting in pencil and ending up in charcoal and ink.
No much more to say about this. Although I’m now waiting on inspiration for another few lines of poetry that have always been persistently sticky in my head…
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
