Since I mentioned the other day about the toxicity of lead white and its importance in painting, a fitting poem by A.E. Stallings, from her book Archaic Smile.
Study in White
A friend, an artist, phoned me up and said,
What shall I do for flesh? And what for bone?
All has some white, and the best white is lead.
But lead gets in the flesh and in the bone,
And if you are a woman, in the child
You bear years hence, and I know, have read
That you may use titanium or zinc,
Not poisonous, but you may be reviled
Because you lack the seriousness bred
For art in men—or how else could you think
Of compromise in this. And I own
I’ve tried them both, but the best white is lead
For making up the colors bold and mild,
Conceiving still lifes, matching tone with tone
To reproduce the spectra of the dead.
And I have stood for hours at the sink
Scrubbing white from hands until they bled.
And still my hands are stained, and still I think—
O flesh and blood—but the best white is lead.