Empty Streets of Paris

all by Eugène Atget (1857–1927)

....not much time for drawing lately, but planning a few things though.

Something different

I was sick today so I had much time to draw. I was in the mood of doing something different. Inspired by Danny Roberts or Garance Doré, I decided to draw the french muse Pandora.

Preraphaelite Photography

Julia Margaret Cameron, Mary Mother, 1867

Julia Margaret Cameron, Call, I Follow, I Follow, 1867

Henry Peach Robinson, Sleep, 1867

Henry Peach Robinson, Fading Away, 1858

Henry Peach Robinson, She Never Told Her Love, 1857

Henry Peach Robinson, The Lady of Shalott, 1860/61

Oscar Gustave Rejlander, The Head of John the Baptist in a Charger, 1856

Mermaid

John William Waterhouse, A Mermaid, 1901

The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I

Who would be

A mermaid fair,

Singing alone,

Combing her hair

Under the sea,

In a golden curl

With a comb of pearl,

On a throne?

II

I would be a mermaid fair;

I would sing to myself the whole of the day;

With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;

And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,

'Who is it loves me? who loves not me?'

I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall

Low adown, low adown,

From under my starry sea-bud crown

Low adown and around,

And I should look like a fountain of gold

Springing alone

With a shrill inner sound

Over the throne

In the midst of the hall;

Till that great sea-snake under the sea

From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps

Would slowly trail himself sevenfold

Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate

With his large calm eyes for the love of me.

And all the mermen under the sea

Would feel their immortality

Die in their hearts for the love of me.

III

But at night I would wander away, away,

I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,

And lightly vault from the throne and play

With the mermen in and out of the rocks;

We would run to and fro, and hide and seek,

On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,

Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.

But if any came near I would call and shriek,

And adown the steep like a wave I would leap

From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;

For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list

Of the bold merry mermen under the sea.

They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,

In the purple twilights under the sea;

But the king of them all would carry me,

Woo me, and win me, and marry me,

In the branching jaspers under the sea.

Then all the dry-pied things that be

In the hueless mosses under the sea

Would curl round my silver feet silently,

All looking up for the love of me.

And if I should carol aloud, from aloft

All things that are forked, and horned, and soft

Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,

All looking down for the love of me.

The works of John William Waterhouse (*1849 in Rome, †1917 in London) basically deal with mythological, historical and literary subjects. Most of them are inspired by British poets as Alfred Lord Tennyson. The Femme fatale is a common theme in his paintings with men being their victims.

The mermaid in European folklore was a creature living in the sea with the upper body of a human being and the tail of a fish. Mermaids provided magical and prophetic powers and they had no souls. Usually they were dangerous to man. They were able to bring misfortune and to cause floods or other disasters. Their apparition was an omen of shipwreck. Mermaids were irresitibly beautiful and could seduce men by singing. They enticed the men to follow them under water, which caused their death.

Waterhouses style and topics became a major influence on many of the painters of the Preraphaelite Brotherhood.

(Source: johnwilliamwaterhouse.com)

Two sketches by Johann Heinrich Füssli

Two sketches by Johann Heinrich Füssli,

seen at Gemäldegalerie Berlin.

J.H. Füssli (1741-1825), son of a swiss painter, never received an academic artistic education. But beside his classical education he never lost his passion for drawing. It is said that he learned to draw it with his left hand to be able to study and draw at the same time.

The curse of Juliette Récamier...

Jacques-Louis David, Madame Récamier, 1800

Juliette Récamier (*1777; †1849) was a famous french Salonière at her time.

At the age of 15 Julie Bernard, daughter of a notary, married the rich and much older banker Jacques Récamier. At her mansion in Paris they welcomed several famous writers as i.e. François-René de Chateaubriand or Benjamin Constant. It is said that almost every man who met Madame Recamier fell in love with her because of her excellent beauty and adorable charme. For Juliette Récamier held close friendships to some adversaries of Napoleon, she was banished from Paris.

Jacques Louis David was assigned by her to do this portrait. It is not finished for unknown reasons.

The painting is in horizontal format and has a distance between viewer and object, which is quite unusual for a portrait. By that, Juliette Récamier is augmented to an ideal of feminine elegance. She is allongated on a reclined sofa with her head turned towards the the viewer. Her classy but decent appearance with her bare feet, the white sleeveless dress, the curled hair and the absence of jewelry reveal the contemporary ideal of the antique. The room is empty except some pieces of Pompeian-style furniture. Through its unfinishedness, the room creates with its rough brushtrokes and dark colours a contrast to the detailed and bright body of Juliette Récamier and it further reveals Davids technique of doing a painting.

Notice: This type of sofa is nowadays called a Récamière.

Source: http://www.louvre.fr/llv/oeuvres/detail_notice.jsp?CONTENT%3C%3Ecnt_id=10134198673225719&CURRENT_LLV_NOTICE%3C%3Ecnt_id=10134198673225719&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=9852723696500815&baseIndex=38&bmLocale=en

I didn‘t have a good time lately. It took so long to post this drawnig, for my idea with the hair went toally wrong. I spent hours and hours trying to fix it, and it always looked like shit. I got very angry and nervous about it, for I was so happy with the drawing before the hair-accident. After several removings of colour and pencil, the paper is now roughened and you can‘t draw on it anymore. Right now, I am in a state of wanting to scream and to break the pencil. So for my health (and the pencil‘s), I decided to post it, as it is. Maybe it‘s the curse of the picture, that it has to stay unfinished (I am very supersticious) or it is me being cursed lately. So let‘s hope that next time, things will turn out better.

Vienna

Some impressions from splendid (and sunny) Vienna.

Hopefully a new drawing will be coming soon!