Strange Tears: May 2012

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Victor-Louis Mottez (1809-1897)

Victor-Louis Mottez (1809-1897), French painter.

Victor-Louis Mottez, Zeuxis choosing his models, 1858

Victor-Louis Mottez, Medea

Victor-Louis Mottez, Ulysses and the sirens

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine (1855-1901)

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine (1855-1901), French painter.

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, Les Baigneuses

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, Appollon et Daphné

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, Before the Masked Ball

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, Portrait of a Woman

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, title unknown

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, Nude by a River

Jules-Frédéric Ballavoine, title unknown

Albert Aublet (1851-1938)

Albert Aublet (1851-1938), French painter

Albert Aublet, Nude With a Veil, 1883

Albert Aublet, Matin, 1894

Albert Aublet, Juillet, 1893

Albert Aublet, Sur la plage, le treport, 1887

Monday, May 28, 2012

Beatrice Offor (1864-1920), British painter. She was a close friend of Mona Bergson who married McGregor Mathers, founder of the Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn, which accounts for the occult influences in paintings like The Crystal Gazer.

Beatrice Offor, The Crystal Gazer

Beatrice Offor, title unknown

Beatrice Offor, Nude Study

Beatrice Offor, Nude With Roses

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Augustus Leopold Egg (1816-1863)

Augustus Leopold Egg (1816-1863), British painter.

Augustus Leopold Egg, The Travelling Companions, 1862

Augustus Leopold Egg, Florence Nightingale

Augustus Leopold Egg, The Love Letter

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Madeleine Lemaire (1845-1928)

Madeleine Lemaire (1845-1928), French painter.

Madeleine Lemaire, Phoebe, 1896

Madeleine Lemaire, Woman sitting in a dagobert armchair

Madeleine Lemaire, Ophelia, 1880

Friday, May 25, 2012

Emmanuel Benner (1836-1896)

Emmanuel Benner (1836-1896), French artist.

Emmanuel Benner, Marie-Madeleine au désert, 1886

Emmanuel Benner, At The Water’s Edge

Emmanuel Benner, Prehistoric Man Hunting Bears

Emmanuel Benner, Hunters in Wait, 1879

Emmanuel Benner, The Loss of Alsace Lorraine, 1895

Thursday, May 24, 2012

William Arthur Breakspeare (1855-1914)

William Arthur Breakspeare, British painter

William Arthur Breakspeare, A Bouquet of Flowers

William Arthur Breakspeare, The Mermaid

William Arthur Breakspeare, The Sleeping Beauty

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Mattie Dubé, Wood Nymph

Mattie Dubé was born in Arkansas in 1854 (some sources say 1861) and died in 1944.

Mattie Dubé, Wood Nymph

Monday, May 21, 2012

Ramon Casas (1866-1932)

Ramon Casas (1866-1932), Spanish painter

Ramon Casas, Après le bal, 1895

Friday, May 18, 2012

The Garden of Proserpine

The Garden of Proserpine

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Here, where the world is quiet;
  Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
  In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing
For harvest-time and mowing,
  A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
  And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
  For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
  And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbor,
  And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labor,
  Weak ships and spirits steer;
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
  And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,
  No heather-flower or vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
  Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes,
Where no leaf blooms or blushes
Save this whereout she crushes
  For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,
  In fruitless fields of corn,
They bow themselves and slumber
  All night till light is born;
And like a soul belated,
In hell and heaven unmated,
By cloud and mist abated
  Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,
  He too with death shall dwell,
Nor wake with wings in heaven,
  Nor weep for pains in hell;
Though one were fair as roses,
His beauty clouds and closes;
And well though love reposes,
  In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,
  Crowned with calm leaves she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
  With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her,
To men that mix and meet her
  From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,
  She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
  The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
  And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,
  The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
  And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
  Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow;
  And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow;
  Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
  Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,
  From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
  Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
  Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,
  Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
  Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
  In an eternal night.