“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 chaunted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.” *** As you understand, Bela B is represented on my art in the image of Ophelia. This image is personal to me. And very sad. I have experienced many hardships over the past year. I'm afraid it's time for me to let go of my inner Dirk. He drowned. I also let go of my Jan.
I am grateful to the Die Arzte fandom, you are a big family. Hope I get back to you someday. Now I have a different path.
Lay it to thy heart, and farewell, my friend.
