Melancholy
the Lady
Moonlight
Wheat
Rain and Roses
the Lark
Fruit
the Garden

Within this project I have worked with ‘La Bella Donna Mia Mente’ (Lovely lady of my memory) by Oscar Wilde to speak of the beauty of the human form through my work. By relating each verse of the poem and my personal take on them into a necklace, each of which portrays a facet of feminine human beauty. I have built a collection which stands as artefacts yet also desires to be worn and draw the wearer into their narrative.

La Bella Donna Mia Mente

(Lovely Lady of My Memory)

By Oscar Wilde

My limbs are wasted with a flame,

My feet are sore with travelling,

For, calling on my Lady's name,

My lips have now forgot to sing.

 

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake

Strain for my Love thy melody,

O Lark sing louder for love's sake,

My gentle Lady passeth by.

 

She is too fair for any man

To see or hold his heart's delight,

Fairer than Queen or courtesan

Or moonlit water in the night.

 

Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,

(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)

Green grasses through the yellow sheaves

Of autumn corn are not more fair.

 

Her little lips, more made to kiss

Than to cry bitterly for pain,

Are tremulous as brook-water is,

Or roses after evening rain.

 

Her neck is like white melilote

Flushing for pleasure of the sun,

The throbbing of the linnet's throat

Is not so sweet to look upon.

 

As a pomegranate, cut in twain,

White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,

Her cheeks are as the fading stain

Where the peach reddens to the south.

 

O twining hands! O delicate

White body made for love and pain!

O House of love! O desolate

Pale flower beaten by the rain!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Human Beauty

RACHEL

CODD

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ceramic jewellery

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