DILLON
CORSAIR
CORSAIR
Nursery rhymes are known to explore heavy subject matter despite their young audience. In that spirit, I imagined dark interpretations for my set of illustrations.
I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there;
The little baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk,
And sat on the elephant's trunk,
The elephant sneezed and went down on his knees
And what became of the monk?
Dependence can be destructive, both for an individual and those around them. Support is vital, but an internal desire to heal is necessary for change.
Bye, baby Bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin
To wrap the baby Bunting in.
The baby loves the rabbit yet wears the fur-shirt, unaware of the sacrifices involved in his comfort. We often shield ourselves from the unpleasant realities behind our modern lifestyles.
Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen:
Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?
'Twas mine own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.
Call up your men, dilly dilly, set them to work,
Some with a rake, dilly dilly, some with a fork;
Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to thresh corn,
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm.
If you should die, dilly dilly, as it may hap,
You shall be buried, dilly dilly, under the tap;
Who told you so, dilly dilly, pray tell me why?
That you might drink, dilly dilly, when you are dry.
In the quest to seize the crown, he loses his queen—the one he was doing it for all along. Blinded by obsessive aspiration, he lost sight of what was truly important.