6 Days Goodbye Poems Of Ophelia

Day 5 of a living a painting created by bacteria* telling the story of Ophelia's death as a beautiful form of transformation a return to the landscape. Please leave poem to Ophelia which wil be edited into the final installation on 0207-1839366

This long term project originally funded by The Wellcome Trust, uses stop frame filming of bacteria to create an animated installation of John Milles famous Ophelia painting.

Work in progress was shown at The Wellcome Trust Gallery, New Compounds Gallery, Euston organised by CreateKX. The final stage of the project will be projected onto a wall in Central London, UK, in 2009. The public during this period will be encouraged to provide their own text contributions to the work as goodbye poems which will appear within the installation.
For more information see below or go to:-
http://www.myartspace.com/viewer/gallery/?subscriberid=f171p7w5ra8l71n1&g...

The vast complexities of life processes which usually reside below the limits of detection of the human eye.


*Bacterial research created by Dr Simon Park and music from Bacterial DNA by Milton Mermikides.

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[Dogman7100]

That made me feel like I was drowning and being eaten by bacteria all at once but must like it cos gonner watch it again

[MaryMadline]

I like this one big on my screen so its like a wierd ambient image of Ophelia under water, it grows on me its quite haunting

[Tobyapple2]

The bard off the page

[Albertocats]

The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath

Her great veils rising and falling with the waters;

The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,

The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

[Albertocats]

For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia

Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.

For more than a thousand years her sweet madness

Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.

[MaryCatholic]

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping

White Ophelia floats like a great lily;

Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...

- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.