I cannot tell you how many times I read the ‘Dead Poet’s Society’ (written by N. H. Kleinbaum)
And every time I read the scene at the end of the book – the ‘O Captain, My Captain’ part I just bawled.
Every. Single. Time….
‘Captain of Destiny’ is a painting I did a while ago now. She was inspired by the realisation that I was the captain of my destiny.
No one else had the power to steer my ship, it was under my guidance and it was time to take up the captaincy.But it has to be said, that every time I see her, O captain, my captain, immediately springs to mind.
And maybe she is my captain. My talisman of guidance. My symbol of ownership of my destiny?
What do you think?