"Not all fairy tales have a happy ending." ~ my hubby quoting someone else I am sure.
He will most certainly be surprised when he sees I have quoted him! (evil laughter). I searched to find the origins of this quotation but so many people have used it in one way or another that I couldn't correctly attribute it to anyone specifically.
I had writer's block for this post. I rewrote the introductory paragraphs twice. I probably sighed once too many times. Hubby was reading his novel across from me at the kitchen table, and he decided to see if he could help me. (that's just the way he is!) More than likely, he may have wanted to speed the process of writing this post so we could get out early on the bike paths with our granddaughter.
When I paint, I usually have a story in mind. In the last post, a brain worm just wouldn't let go and the song helped me to WRITE the story. But the story has never been painted on canvas: this was going to be my challenge.
After I had painted the figure on the left, I thought of the ballet Swan Lake, the contrast between black and white, and the evil woman who tried to disguise herself to fool a prince.
I wanted to paint the impostor Odile in confrontation with Odette, the true swan queen.
Siegfried, the prince in Swan Lake, is a flawed character. His mother wants him to marry a suitable lady of the court, but he wants to marry for love. Mama has some control issues to be sure; however, she may have had good reason to direct her boy to the right woman given the tragic ending to this story.
Had he listened to his one true love and waited until midnight, she would have been transformed from a swan into his dream girl. But no! He let his impulsive nature take over and he married Odile, the sorcerer's daughter who was made to look enticing like Odette.
As Siegfried is about to marry Odile, the swan queen Odette is seen in the window, frantically trying to get the attention of her prince who is blissfully unaware that it isn't even midnight, and that he is being duped into marriage by an impostor. Definitely not a man exercising good judgment.
I wonder what I must have thought long ago of Siegfried who is outwitted by the wicked Odile and her devious father. Rereading the story as an adult, Siegfried now comes across as a weak, unappealing man in comparison to every other character in Swan Lake.
In my painting, the true swan queen wears the golden crown. She is holding a piece of ribbon from Odile's wedding crown made of flowers with golden centres. Odette appears menacing with her outstretched wings, but as a swan, there is nothing she can do to stop the wedding.
I still have The Splendour Book of Ballet written Shirley Goulden (now a vintage book). This enchanting storybook arrived in the mail for me shortly after it was published and printed in Milan, Italy, in 1962, and I remember being very excited as a child to open the parcel and examine its contents.
How many times as the years went by have I looked at this book? I drew the characters when I was a teenager. Much much later, I found the book and took it out when my granddaughter was old enough to appreciate the lovely illustrations.
My godmother sent me this treasure of a book. Growing up in a very small town in northern Ontario, I had never seen a ballet. The images in the book are still magical to this day.
Maraja, (1946-1983) the Italian illustrator, skilfully illustrated the movements of the dancers in the most poignant moments of this classical ballet. (www.libicomaraja.it)
And so, as Swan Lake ends, Odette is dying because "her heart, so full of love, had burst with anguish, and she could no longer live. When Siegfried discovered this he wanted to die too."
Much like Romeo and Juliet, Siegfried follows his love and dies. He jumps into the lake with Odette and "the waters closed gently over their heads as the serene glow of dawn touched the tips of the trees. The storm was over."
And much like many other tragedies, "those who truly love can never be parted. Siegfried and Odette would stand together, in spirit, then and for always, by the quiet waters of Swan Lake."
This story proves that hubby was right and not all fairy tales have a happy ending. A simple lesson helped to get me out of my writer's block. Once again, my husband saves the day!