Glass sculptures by Ben Young.
Finally a few half decent photos of my Isabel de Requesens dress! At some point i’ll set up a nice backdrop with drapery and candles, but for right now these will have to do.
The costume was drafted, made, and worn by me. The design was based off of a painting created by Raphael and Gulio Romano in the early 1500s.
It’s made from linen and velvet. Aside from boning channels and skirt seams it was entirely hand sewn. The embroidery and beading were done by hand as well.
There is danger in being a king,
the danger comes in the form of hungry mouths and grasping fingers,
in stares of awe and the weight of prayers and crowns.
Your father knew the dangers,
as did your grandfather,
they did their best to prepare your brother,
they taught him politics, kindness, arrogance and pride.
They didn’t forget you, but you were never taught the same way.
(You were never suppose to be king.
The crown is a heavy weight on the head of a minstrel.)
You are a singer by chance and by choice,
and when the masses come with demanding hands and hungry voices,
you open your mouth
We are here for freedom, for joy,
to build our lives anew from under starlit skies.
We may be filled with sorrow, but we are free,
and free we shall stay.
(The song of freedom is one your father taught you well,
the song of kings is only half-written.)
For The Minstrel King - k.j.c
Written for capbrolet!