When I was in highschool I was fascinated with Art Nouveau and the whole turn of the century Romanticism. Floaty dresses, swirling iconography, elaborate detail and embelishment, hair in ringlets flowing in the breeze, trees which twisted and turned and were abstracted into symbolic dances. Loved it all. The richness, the detail, the story behind everything, the intricacies of each depiction and the tales of fantasy they brought to life. I was thinking as I wrote the post about this tunic top, about what the colours of this meant to me, what they reminded me of and I used the phrase: The utter deepness. Pond deep. With Koi carp floating around deep. Dragonflies above lilypads deep.And that phrase and expression have stuck in my head. Whenever I pick this up and work on it, I think of lilypads, dragonflies hovering overhead, deep tangled english undergrowth and brilliant flowers beside them. Mists in the morning, and a timber boat moored at a makeshift rambling jetty somewhere close. Wind in The Willows deep. A shining figure standing resplendant amongst the scenery. And yes, surely there are Koi fish swimming beneath the lilies. It seems apt that this simple tunic top has become more of an armour of arthurian legend, deep dark prussian blues split with peacock plummage, lined in Liberty Print fabric echoing the same colour tones, something thick and warm and quite arthurian. The original Phildar pattern now long gone as it was altered and reworked to follow a better line in this particular wool, and allow for an easy lining insert, it's reverse stocking stitch a kind of chainmail, it's lining a kind of jewelled display of wealth. A tunic top which wears like a middle ages court dress, on a child with light ringlets, fair skin, and cheeks of rose blush.
For my lady of the lake: "...'Tis now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing...."*
excerpts from the Lady Of The Lake by Sir Walter Scott