Showing posts with label It's About Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It's About Time. Show all posts

14 August 2011

Time travel


endlessly inspired by the blog It's About Time- creator-curator Barbara Sarudy is a historian and says of her postings-the images usually cluster around some social, cultural, or academic theme or a timeline. I try to choose works that justify their inclusion on aesthetic grounds. There is a little museum in each blog -- no travel necessary.

today the most beautiful series of Portraits of Women Painting- born in the 1800's-mesmerizing faces, powerful women-
I had to let you know, see more here

portrait of Anna Bilińska-Bohdanowicz, 1857.

or if you prefer the 1700's  here

or those born in the 1600's here

or women painting in the 1500's here

& looking at these women I was instantly reminded of this of the moment portrait of artist  Patricia van Essche, creator of the blog pve -along with countless illustrations depicting lifestyle paintings and more.



 

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02 April 2011

I never

ever wonder where  might be without Art.
the mere thought vexes. 
encompassing  such wonders.
without  seeing something-hearing something- reading something every day that sparks  imagination
where would I be?



a place I always go for inspiration-








Milton Avery 1944 Lazy Day Gloucester
I go here





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"The head is not more native to the heart."- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2
 
 
 
 
"A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.3
 
 
 
"All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2
 
 
 
 
 &  
 


composed 1689 and sung by Jeff Buckley in 1995
 
 
 
 
I travel across time- 
I thank  for that journey.



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15 February 2011

in praise of the Red Room, & Lesley Blanch

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The first time I had an opportunity to do up a place of my own- I painted my little sitting room Red. It pleased me. So much so- that I painted my next abode - yes-Red. My next move was into a large house and it would seem Red would naturally follow me the short two blocks away. It eventually did- in the form of an gorgeous and complex ELITIS paper of a Red, fuschia and orange geometric and damask pattern.*  Better late than never- Red is the color of passion, fire, beauty, royalty and for me above all these- it represented Independence- A Room of One's Own as it were. With each move I found I needed it less.




I don't have any Red in my current home-but I do have lavender- and don't forget lavender would be no where without Red, or blue, or white for that matter. Loving all three- but not so much its imagery of stars and stripes- rather each one standing singly or paired together or Mixed appeals to me greatly- just stay away from a full out patriotic RWB room (just a word to the wise). If two or three houses were within my grasp-there would be a Red room in at least one of them.

Now here we arrive at Lord and Lady Iliffe's Basildon Park country house along with Lesley Blanch and photographer Henry Clarke on a VOGUE assignment in July 1966...


while other guests are off to Ascot.




Lady Iliffe wearing Indian jewels in gold and pink silk inside her walled garden
born Renee Merandondu Plessis of Chamerel, Mauritius




With the introductions completed- First- a quick tour around a few famous Red rooms by Vuillard in preparation for the splendid Octagonal Room of Basildon Park.


Vuillard, Red Interior, 1900




Vuillard, In the Red Room, 1914



Basildon Park, a historic country house in the Anglo Palladian style is just one of three houses Lord and Lady Iliffe share. in the words of Lesley Blanch- "The three houses Lord and Lady Iliffe call home are exactly that: Although in violent contrast to each other, all three express the same unifying sense of harmony- of home...No professional decorator has ever devised so much as a pelmet-indeed, Lady Iliffe is apt to do that herself, creating from a job lot of antique fringes and tassels...Through all three houses a curiously exotic note is sounded...there runs a thread of tropicana, of languorous, frangipani-scented zephyrs..reminding us of Lady Iliffe's French childhood in Mauritius."



Basildon Park's "Piano Nobile"
The Octagon Room with claret-red walls and brocaded curtains from Blenheim Palace.



All the grandeur of the Palladian style is present in this room. Paired with the saturated claret Red in the room is  a pale butter yellow, with eighteenth century bamboo tables and Chinese lacquer. Lady Iliffe's love of gardening is hinted at with the addition of a gardenia bush in the jardiniere-thought to be an eighteenth-century Italian linen basket.





Another Red room at Basildon Park -The Indian-red Library.


Henry Clarke photograph of Lord Iliffe, r. with Lord Roderic Platt & Sir Neill Cooper-Key.




 other important rooms in the house

the Drawing Room




The Dining Room


 The Great Hall




 pages from the Lesley Blanch story in Vogue July 1966: Triple Entente




If you are wondering where Lord and Lady Iliffe were during the other months of the year in 1966- think a streamlined flat overlooking Piccadilly and a "pint sized sun trap overlooking the Mediterranean."( LB)  All three homes Blanch contends -"has its own manner of an unorthodox, entirely personal, and triumphant approach to decoration." That is an idea one can take to heart in 2011- Don't you think? How are the other homes decorated? maybe another time.






Lesley Blanch is described on her own official website as a "scholarly romantic" & that sums it up succinctly -what every writer aspires to. Of her own still she said,  "My rooms are gestures of defiance against every rule of the pundit decorators. Now East, now West, my rooms reflect the globe. Cultures, races, climates, colours and epochs mix in harmony here, as do bargains and chintz..." Shusha Guppy describes her house: "Lesley Blanch’s house is filled with mementos of her travels and adventures: Russian icons, samovars, Qajar paintings and rugs from Persia and Turkey, exotica from India. Divans and the scent of incense and jasmine further enhance the exotic and relaxing atmosphere … "She works at a desk strewn with books, papers and clippings in the living room. All the other rooms, including her own, are also lined with bookshelves." Looking Back, A Panoramic View of a Literary Age by the Grandes Dames of European Letters (1992)

Now-that sounds like heaven.




























Vogue pages from 1966- my own.



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18 October 2010

smitten

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oh- do try


lovely fellow bloggers and even beloved ones.

I know it will be hard.

do not be "smitten"

 ever again.



Exceptions:


Now lightning-struck by thee, Thou mocking eye that me in darkness watcheth: --Thus do I lie, Bend myself, twist myself, convulsed With all eternal torture, And smitten By thee, cruellest huntsman, Thou unfamiliar--GOD.-Nietzsche

That fights with Fate, is smitten grievously. -Sophocles


Middle English smiten, from Old English smtan, to smear.
Old English smītan; related to Old High German smīzan to smear, 
Gothic bismeitan, Old Swedish smēta to daub



Holofernes having been  
"smitten"
by Judith


What exaggeration could there be in the practice of a doctrine wherein one was bidden to turn the other cheek when one was smitten, and give one's cloak if one's coat were taken?-Tolstoy's Anna Karenina

poor Anna.


For it had not been very long prior to the Pequod's sailing from Nantucket, that he had been found one night lying prone upon the ground, and insensible; by some unknown, and seemingly inexplicable, unimaginable casualty, his ivory limb having been so violently displaced, that it had stake-wise smitten, and all but pierced his groin; nor was it without extreme difficulty that the agonizing wound was entirely cured. -Melville's Moby  Dick


Thereupon she approached him, turned the coverlet back, and saw that he was stiff and cold-- that he had died suddenly, as though smitten with a stroke. Dostoyevsky's Poor Folk


A lad whose face had borne an expression of exalted courage, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an instant, smitten abject. Crane's Red Badge of Courage



& it will not be easy
for that sensation to charm, to cavort- to be kittenish  will indeed overtake you.

when it does
resist &

think of A.E.Housman's prophetic words:

O, I am smitten with a hatchet's jaw;
And that in deed and not in word alone.

& think of Judith.




read and see the story in paintings of Judith and Holofernes at It's About Time. 
no links to posts with smitten, or kitten cited .

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24 August 2010

little bits of Coral

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full fathom five thy father lies:
of his bones are coral made:
those pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But does suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
                     -Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 1,sc ii



I asked Barbara of It's About Time to help me with a subject that intrigues me-
Distinctive in portraits.
Distracting in vibrancy.
Heaving symbolism.
Coral.




 Coral Fishers, J.Zucchi c.1560




Artists from Western religious backgrounds, mostly Christian, sometimes used coral in their paintings to protect against illness or evil.




flemish school 1625


 "apotropein" Greek- to turn away threatening forces




In Western cultures, coral had religious significance before Christianity. The ancient Greeks connected coral with Perseus cutting off Medusa's head, when the gushing blood changed into coral upon contact with the sea. For this reason, they saw coral is a symbol of rebirth.




 Persues & Andromeda, Giorgio Vasari,1570, a Renaissance painter's Origin of Coral.

 

Later, some came to believe that the red of the coral could represent the blood of Jesus Christ & could be construed as protection against his future passion & resurrection. (Of course, without his passion & resurrection, there would be no Christian religion.)

 

 

 detail of Mantegna, Madonna della Vittoria

 in Mantegna's painting Coral is symbolic of Christ's blood sacrifice-suspended above the coral branch foreshadows the crucifixion absolving Man's sin.

 

In the Mediterranean area, many believed that a gift of coral for a newborn helped protect the baby.  Many Mediaeval and Renaissance paintings of the Madonna and Child show the infant Jesus holding a branch of coral or his Mother’s coral rosary.


Madonna de Senigallia, 1470's ,Piero della Francesca

 

 a branch of coral adorns the wall of Carolina Irving's home- no doubt protection against the evil eye.

 

 snippets of coral at home-warding off the evil eye.








1st image A Cabinet with Objects of Art, Johann Georg Hainz
It's about time here
a through exploration of this and other jewels, I recommend Brilliant Effects, by Marcia Pointon.

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22 August 2010

emil@ louis

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see style redux for more of the collection here
the goldfish bowl by richard emil miller, 2010 fall louis vuitton campaign
& thank you B at it's about time here for continued inspiration-

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14 July 2010

religiously

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Frederick Childe Hassam The Room of Flowers


My usual day- amongst my books reading,
at the moment- Off on a jaunt to New York.

reading
The Rainbow Comes and Goes, The Light of Common Day, and Trumpets from the Steep. the three volumes compiled in Autobiography by Lady Diana Cooper

 Wish her Safe at Home by Stephen Benatar


read religiously everyday- a few favourite blogs, read them for me while I am away-

enlightening everyday
Art & Beauty
Klimt
Childe Hassam
Van Gogh
Christen Købke



visually stunning- 
Photography & An Artist's Soul
St Tropez
Helga da Silvia Blow
Lapo Elkann
Lacroix


the most indepth articles- People, Places
Paris
Jean-Louis Deniot
Dodie Rosekrans
Tatiana Sorokko

20 May 2010

for 6 yards of French Merino



G.R.O. catalogue number: QCG 39

Prison number: 5

Date: December 28 1872

Name: Lavinia Rosetta Groves

Age (on discharge): 22 years

Where born: Lynmouth Devon

Married or single: Single

Trade or occupation: dressmaker

Address at time of apprehension: Marshes Road Newport

Offence for which convicted: Stealing 9 yards of linsey and 6 yards of French merino

Sentence: 1 calendar month hard labour
DO You ever have a secret-One of the BEST KEPT kind. So good, everyone should know-But I want to keep it to myself- Oh so selfish. But my friend Barbara, of It's About TIME, is sharing- SO TOO Shall I. Barbara has a gift-her profound knowledge, and yes she is generous beyond words. Four Blogs, and this one her most personal. 
SEE her post Dickens, Oliver and Girl's in Prison Here

The images are there on the sight she sites for all to see- but Barbara found them and they are riveting. 
& who stole the silk umbrella?
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