tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9426797901769661252024-03-13T09:20:52.810-04:00Art of NarrativeArt of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-16691536483421903302016-07-09T23:30:00.002-04:002016-07-24T17:55:16.641-04:00Annie French ~ Favorite Illustrator<div align="center">
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Annie French (1872 - 1965)<br />
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I wrote a version of this blog post at a companion blog in 2010. I'm re-posting it here because the link to the old post is no longer active. I love Annie French's work! I have more of her illustrations posted at my <a href="http://artofnarrative.tumblr.com/tagged/Annie_French">Art of Narrative Tumblr</a>, and on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/artofnarrative/">Art of Narrative Facebook</a>.<br />
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I became aware of Annie French after seeing another one of her wonderful illustrations at Children's/ Fantasy Illustrations, a great blog featuring classic and modern book illustration (that no longer exists). The top illustration is my favorite of the two. If anyone knows what stories these illustrate, please let me know!</div>
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I couldn't find a whole lot about her, but here's a bit:</div>
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Artist Profile: Annie French<br />
19th & 20th Century European Artist 1872 - 1965</div>
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Biography: The daughter of a metallurgist, <a href="http://www.lochgallery.com/artist/annie-french">Annie French</a> was born in Glasgow and studied at the Glasgow School of Art under Fra Newbery and the Belgian Symbolist, Jean Delville (1896-1902). Influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites, Aubrey Beardsley and Jessie M King, she developed a style combining vivid colours, curvilinearity of form and almost confetti-like textures... (To read the biography at its original site, please click on her name!)<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #6e6e6e; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "lucinda sans" , "arial" , "verdana" , "tahoma"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">The daughter of a metallurgist, Annie French was born in Glasgow and studied at the Glasgow School of Art under Fra Newbery and the Belgian Symbolist, Jean Delville (1896-1902).Influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites, Aubrey Beardsley and Jessie M King, she developed a style combining vivid colours, curvilinearity of form and almost confetti-like textures. While still a student, she contributed an illustration to The Book of the Jubilee of the University of Glasgow (1901), and later illustrated one book, a selection of Heine?s poems for Foulis (1908). However, her watercolours (often on vellum) and drawings are mainly in the form of illustrations, and she designed a number of postcards and greetings cards. In 1906, she began to share a studio with Bessie Innes Young and Jane Younger and, three years later, became Tutor in Ceramic Decoration at Glasgow School of Art as successor to JESSIE M KING. But following her marriage to the artist George Woolliscroft Rhead (1854-1920), she settled in London, and became a frequent exhibitor at the Royal Academy, until the mid nineteen-twenties. She died in Jersey. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 18.4px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">© <a href="http://www.lochgallery.com/artist/french-annie">Loch Gallery</a> – Printed under “Fair Use” for Educational Purposes</span></span></div>
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Text © 2016 Art of Narrative<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-75420598048278920752016-04-10T18:34:00.001-04:002016-04-10T22:02:56.623-04:00Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Story of the Little Merman ~ 1909Enjoy these rare images by <a href="http://www.bpib.com/illustra2/pape.htm">Frank Cheyne <span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 19.26px;">Papé</span></a> (British, 1878-1972) for <b>The Story of the Little Merman</b> by Ethel Reader, published in 1909 by MacMillan & Co. Limited, London. There are two fairy tales illustrated in this book, <i>The Story of the Little Merman</i>, and <i>The Story of the Queen of the Gnomes and the True Prince.</i><br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Story of the Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">The Story of the Little Merman</i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></i><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;"><i>The Little Merman swam to the shore, and, creeping</i></span><br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Story of the Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">The Story of the Little Merman</i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"It's very sharp," he said. "Are you ready?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>and he shut his eyes.</i></span><br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Story of the Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">The Story of the Queen of the Gnomes and the True Prince</i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></i><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">She looked the ugliest of the little men </i><br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">and folded her arms, just like the pictures </i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">of Napoleon </i><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">at St. Helena.</i><br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">The Story of the Queen of the Gnomes and the True Prince</i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></i><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">Something in the Witch's face had already told him </i><br />
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Frank Cheyne Papé ~ The Little Merman ~ 1909<br />
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<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></i><i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">"Oh, Goblin," she cried, "where are you? </i><br />
<i style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">What has happened. Is it you?"</i><br />
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From the captions provided at an auction site for some of the illustrations, the stories seem creatively and compellingly written. I enjoy the first and the last illustration the best, as well as the illustration of the Queen of the Gnomes with her arms folded. The second illustration is painful to contemplate. Which illustration is your favorite?<br />
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Text © 2016 Art of Narrative<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-73726476854873522692016-03-04T19:54:00.000-05:002016-03-04T19:55:43.793-05:00Alice Helena Watson ~ The Golden Weathercock ~ 1934<a href="http://www.stellabooks.com/article/ah-watson">Alice Helena Watson</a> (A. H. Watson) (1896-1984)<br />
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Alice Watson ~ <i>The Golden Weathercock</i> ~ 1934<br />
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These lovely illustrations, four color plates by Alice Helena Watson, known as A. H. Watson, were published in 1934 by Blackie and Son, Ltd. (London and Glasgow) for <i>The Golden Weathercock </i>by Julia Goddard, retold by Dorothy King, for the <i>Stories Old and New</i> series. The inset cover illustration is repeated in the volume.<br />
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I couldn't find much information about Alice Watson other than the article linked at the heading to her name, with a brief biography about her life and art. The illustrations make me want to read the stories. The last illustration reminds me of a sort of Pandora, without any ominous connotation. The young woman and the fairy both appear benign and charming.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Clara Elsene Peck</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">A Short Story by Rudyard Kipling</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Published in </span><i style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Collier's Weekly</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Clara Elsene Peck</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><i>The Adventures of Melissa ~ 1908</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">A Short Story by Rudyard Kipling</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Clara Elsene Peck</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">A Short Story by Rudyard Kipling</span><br />
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These illustrations may not be a perfect match to the reactionary, allegorical nature of Kipling's story, written as a response to his fear of socialism, <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=5MbNAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA661&lpg=PA661&dq=rudyard+kipling+the+adventures+of+melissa&source=bl&ots=jLPs-wLqS6&sig=M1QTgwp3jKiQu_x-1s1WNbEguXw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=_EczVcjSCMamggS27IP4BA&ved=0CCUQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=rudyard%20kipling%20the%20adventures%20of%20melissa&f=false">noted at the time of its publication</a>, but they are exciting in their composition and line, reminiscent of the accomplished work of Arthur Rackham.<br />
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You may think I see parallels to Arthur Rackham in every artist, but it is because I am drawn to detailed illustration, especially with wonderful surprise and energy, and convincing characterization. I love the little fairy faces (well, bees, but they look like fairies and gnomes to me). You may notice in the second illustration that a Rackham-like face appears, in fact two of them, peering over the open notebook.<br />
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You can learn more about Clare Elsene Peck (1883-1968) <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clara_Elsene_Peck">here</a> and <a href="http://www.ortakales.com/illustrators/Peck.html">here</a>. You can see more of her illustrations from 1905 and 1907 <a href="http://thegoldenagesite.blogspot.com/search/label/Clara%20Elsene%20Peck">here</a>. I love her work and though I had seen a bit of it before, including her typography, after recent research I have a greater appreciation, especially after by pure chance discovering the illustrations presented here which are not widely known.<br />
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Kipling's story and Peck's raw images from the November 28, 1908 issue of <i>Collier's</i> are in the public domain. The first page of the short story, <i>The Adventures of Melissa</i>, is copied below from the <a href="https://archive.org/stream/colliers4219unse#page/n303/mode/thumb">Internet Archive</a>. Click into the link if you'd like to see more.<br />
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Margaret Rice Oxley often signed her art and illustrations as M Rice Oxley. Little is known about her, even by the auction houses that have listed and sold her work. Other than auction listings, I can find no reference to her as an illustrator in the Library of Congress extensive catalog of books, on the Internet Archive, or in general searches on the internet.<br />
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I found one sentence of biographical information from an auction house called Dominic Winter: "The fine watercolourist Margaret Rice Oxley is little known, although we understand that she lived at Lyth Hill, near Shrewsbury, and that she was probably born in the second decade of the 20th century."<br />
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Margaret Rice Oxley worked in watercolor and pen and ink. From the type of work represented by the auction houses, she may have illustrated for books or magazines, but I can find no records to this effect. Is it possible she was a highly accomplished hobbyist who remained unpublished?<br />
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I'm sharing at Art of Narrative most of the handful of images I've found at their highest resolution, slightly enhanced for color and clarity. I've seen the same watercolor paintings and pen and ink illustrations in different sizes, tones and colors, depending on which auction house or secondary site posted the images, so I do not know how accurate the colors and contrast may be, but I think you will agree that she is an artist deserving discovery and wide recognition.<br />
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If anyone reading this tribute knows more about Margaret Rice Oxley, please add your knowledge in the comments. (Both an author of a medical text, and the mother of a well known singer share her name, but she is neither of these women.)<br />
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In another early volume of Anne Anderson's illustrations, the viewer is once more transported, this time into the world of three of Chaucer's <i>Canterbury Tales</i> as retold by Emily Underdown, who also wrote under the name Chester Norley.<br />
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Please see my companion post, <i><a href="http://artofnarrative.blogspot.com/2014/08/anne-anderson-aucassin-and-nicolete-1911_9.html">Aucassin and Nicolete</a></i>, for another of Anne Anderson's early published work, where you will also find a brief biography and additional links.<br />
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To see the illustrations in their original context and to read the stories, click <a href="https://archive.org/details/storiesfromchauc00chau">HERE</a>.<br />
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Anne Anderson's illustrations for <i>Aucassin and Nicolete</i>, translated by Harold Child. were published in 1911. Based on my research, they appear to be her first published illustrations.<br />
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An excerpt from a brief biography, written by <a href="http://www.chrisbeetles.com/artists/anderson-anne-1878-1930.html">Chris Beetles Gallery</a>, is published here under Fair Use:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"Through her use of line and watercolour, Anne Anderson produced a bright, yet delicate nursery world, which proved particularly popular during the 1920s...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Anne Anderson was the daughter of James Anderson, a junior director of Henry Balfour & Co, an engineering firm based at Leven in Fife, Scotland. Born in Walworth, London, while her father was on business, she spent her early years in Scoonie, near Leven, and attended the local school. When her father travelled to Argentina to work on an engineering contract for its government, the family, including Anne, went too. There she made a close friend in Olive Hockin, the daughter of another expatriate.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">On returning to Britain, Anderson lived for a while with Hockin’s friend, Guinevere Donnithorne, at Palace Gardens, in London. All three friends studied at the Slade School of Fine Art. Though first influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites and Hockin’s interpretation of them, Anderson soon looked to such contemporaries as Jessie M King and Mabel Lucie Attwell as she decided to become an illustrator. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">At the outset of her career, she settled at Little Audrey, the gatehouse to Audrey, the home of Hockin’s family, at Burghfield Common, in rural Berkshire. </span><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">While illustrating books for Henry Froude and Hodder & Stoughton, Anderson met Alan Wright, a fellow illustrator who would become her husband. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Gill Sans MT', 'Sans Serif', Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Anderson and Wright married in June 1912, and then lived together at Little Audrey, where they embarked on a working partnership... In addition to illustrating more than a hundred books, Anderson produced postcard images and designed nursery china tea sets. She also exhibited paintings and etchings at the Royal Society of British Artists."</span><br />
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I love Anne Anderson's work for fairy tales and traditional tales. Her watercolor world is dreamlike and yet anchored in reality, with expressive figures, backgrounds and scenery. Her women are fluid in their movements, and yet they are tethered by gravity and circumstance. They yearn and they love and they act.<br />
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A large selection of Anne Anderson's illustrations can be found at a wonderful resource: <a href="http://www.artpassions.net/anderson/anne_anderson.html">Art Passions</a>.<br />
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View the illustrations for <i>Aucassin and Nicollete</i> in their original context, and read the story, on the <a href="https://archive.org/details/cu31924027270127">Internet Archive</a>.<br />
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Click into the images at Art of Narrative for large resolution.<br />
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<i>'On the window marble-dight<br />Leaned the little lonely wight.</i></div>
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<i>"Fair children," said she, "do you know</i></div>
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<i>'Aucassins was in the castle of Torelore greatly</i></div>
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Text © 2014 Art of Narrative<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-88597628978663778702014-01-06T02:06:00.000-05:002016-07-24T17:55:58.349-04:00Wishing You Beauty and Joy in the New Year<br />
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I've been rather quiet here lately. Please join me for art and conversation on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/artofnarrative/">Facebook Page</a>, as I prepare many new posts for Art of Narrative on blogger for the coming New Year. Wishing you beauty and joy...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />Frontispiece `~ The Princess Who Despised All Men<br /><br /><i>Upon the back of his noble steed the Prince</i><br /><i>gallantly lifted his beautiful charge.<br /><br /><br /></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />How Sampo Lappelill Saw the Mountain-King<br /><br /><i>"That, O King, is a lie as big as yourself!" exclaimed Sampo.</i><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />The Three Valleys<br /><br /><i>The eagle swooped down with a wild cry.</i><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />Ringfalla Bridge<br /><br /><i>And then little Kirsten came smiling out of the water.</i><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />Lillekort<br /><br /><i>Lillekort with his magic sword cut off the fifteen heads</i><br /><i>at one blow.</i><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Frank Cheyne Papé ~ <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> ~ c1911<br /><br />Little Blue Flower<br /><br /><i>Now he could reach up and touch Swanhild's hands.</i><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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Frank Cheyne Pape (1878-1972) is well known for his work in pen and ink, and his color illustrations are considered to be superb. Click <a href="http://archive.org/stream/diamondfairybook00papiala#page/4/mode/thumb">HERE</a> to see the illustrations in their context and to read the stories in <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i>, published in London by Hutchinson & Co., Paternoster Row. The book itself does not include a copyright date, and I've seen it described as 1897, 191?, and 1911. 1911 seems most likely.<br />
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All of the fairy tales included in <i>The Diamond Fairy Book</i> are well written and little known, consisting of translations from the Swedish, French, German, and Persian, as well as stories I presume are from the British Isles.<br />
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My favorite illustrations are from <i>The Princess Who Despised All Men</i>, <i>Ringfalla Bridge</i>, and <i>Little Blue Flower, </i>but all of them are dynamic. I worked with the images from their original source to bring out the color and clarity.<br />
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<i>The Big Book of Fairy Tales, </i>illustrated by Charles Robinson, was edited by Walter Jerrold and published by Blackie and Son Limited in 1911. These are a few of my favorite color illustrations, particularly those from "Beauty and the Beast," "Cinderella," and "Hansel and Grethel." I love the patterned design elements, the understated colors, the contrast, and the expression in the faces.<br />
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Visit <a href="http://www.artpassions.net/wilde/happy_prince.html" target="_blank">Art Passions</a> to see illustrations by Charles Robinson from <i>The Happy Prince</i>, and to read the fairytale by Oscar Wilde.<br />
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Click <a href="http://www.bpib.com/illustrat/robinson.htm">HERE</a> for an illustrated narrative about Charles Robinson's life and work.<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-37339790057799028552012-12-31T04:23:00.000-05:002016-02-08T20:12:23.581-05:00Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<div style="text-align: left;">
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Six color illustrations and eight black and white drawings grace this beautiful edition of <i>The Little Mermaid</i>, illustrated by <a href="http://www.bpib.com/lathrop.htm" target="_blank">Dorothy Lathrop</a> and published by The Macmillan Company in 1939. (More biography <a href="http://home.metrocast.net/~tortak/illustrators/Lathrop.html">here</a>.)</div>
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Each illustration was scanned from an original, rare copy. The pages are unnumbered and the illustrations are not indexed or captioned, so I have added them, based on a reading of the text and some adaptation. </div>
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There is both delicacy and richness, and strong composition to the color work and the drawings. As I read this story, it is my wish that the little mermaid had never left the sea. I think, perhaps, Dorothy Lathrop felt the same, for her color illustrations include only fins.</div>
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />Page One</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />The strangest trees and flowers grow there,</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />In her garden she would have nothing </i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />She had never seen such magic fires.<br />Great suns whirled round, gorgeous fire-fish<br />hung in the blue air, and all was reflected<br />in the calm and glassy sea.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />In the middle of the room was a broad stream<br />of running water, and on this stream<br />the mermaids and mermen danced<br />to their own beautiful singing.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />The bleached bones of those who had perished <br />peeped forth from their arms. At the mere<br />sight of the bright liquid which sparkled<br />in her hands like a shining star, <br />they drew back in terror.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />One night her sisters came. They sang <br />so sorrowfully as they swam on the water <br />that she beckoned to them and they told her <br />how she had grieved them all.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />There were six beautiful children, but the<br />youngest was the prettiest of all.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />Nothing gave her more pleasure<br />than to hear about the world of human<br />beings up above. Her old grandmother<br />told her all that she knew.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />The third sister wanted to play with them,<br />but they were frightened. She could never forget <br />the lovely children who could swim in the water, <br />though they had no fishes' tails.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />His limbs were numbed, his beautiful eyes<br />were closing, and he must have died<br />if the little mermaid had not come to his rescue.<br />She held his head above the water and let the waves<br />drive them whithersoever they would.</i><i><br /></i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />There sat the witch. She called the <br />hideous water snakes her little chickens<br />and allowed them to crawl about <br />on her unsightly bosom.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />One night she saw, a long way out, her old grandmother,<br />and the Merman King with his crown on his head.<br />They stretched out their hands toward her.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />He loved her as one loves a good sweet child, but<br />it never entered his head to make her his queen.</i><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ <i>The Little Mermaid ~ 1939<br /><br />Never had she danced so divinely.<br />She went on laughing and dancing with the<br />thought of death all the time in her heart.</i><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-11922944354572997712012-07-23T22:40:00.012-04:002012-07-24T00:09:53.466-04:00Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King ~ 1913<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<em>Idylls of the King</em> by Tennyson</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.artrenewal.org/pages/artist.php?artistid=166" target="_blank">Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale</a> (1871-1945) created these illustrations for Tennyson's <i>Idylls of the King</i>, published by Hodder & Stoughton in 1913. Follow the link on her name to read her biography, and click <a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/idyllsofking00tenn#page/n9/mode/2up" target="_blank">*here*</a> to read the poems and to view the images in their original context, where the illustrations are framed by lovely borders.<br />
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All 21 illustrations are presented here. Click each image from <em>Enid</em>, <em>Vivien</em>, <em>Elaine</em> and <em>Guinevere</em> for high resolution, and guess which may be my favorites. <br />
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<em>Idylls of the King</em> by Alfred Lord Tennyson<br />
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<em>Sir Lancelot went ambassador, at first, </em><br />
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<em>Idylls of the King</em> by Alfred Lord Tennyson<br />
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<em>Yniol's rusted arms</em><br />
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<em>They rode so slowly and they look'd so pale.</em><br />
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<em>And many past, but none regarded her.</em><br />
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Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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<i>Stories of King Arthur's Knights Told to the Children</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.caltongallery.co.uk/Artist.aspx?id=Artist.CAMERON">Katherine Cameron</a> (1874-1965), a member of the Glasgow School, illustrated several books in the <i>Told to the Children</i> series, edited in the early 1900's by Louey Chisholm, and published in London by T. C. & E. C. Jack. She was also a watercolor artist and an accomplished etcher with a love for painting landscapes and flowers. I enjoy the romantic nature of her work, her choice of colors, and the understated drama of her compositions.<br />
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In this book, her frontispiece and <i>The Death of King Arthur</i> are her most realistic illustrations. My favorites are from the stories of <i>Geraint and Enid</i>, <i>Lancelot and Elaine</i>, <i>Pelleas and Ettarde</i>, and <i>Sir Galahad</i>. Click the internet archive's link to <a href="http://archive.org/details/storiesofkingart25654gut">Project Gutenberg</a> to view the eight illustrations and to read the <i>Stories of King Arthur's Knights Told to the Children</i>, adapted from Sir Thomas Malory by Mary MacGregor.<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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Katharine Cameron ~ 1907<br />
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I find these illustrations by Nellie Syrett to be both fascinating and lifeless. Technically, they are well composed and aesthetically pleasing, but the figures are as charming and cold as a china doll. Though they are dimensional and solid, there is nothing much behind the blank expressions. The little fairy girl in the detail above is the exception. However, I really enjoy these illustrations, in part for the delicate range of the colors, the design aspects, the "silk-like" texture of the images, and the otherworldly effect.<br />
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Nellie Syrett ~ 1900<br />
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Nellie Syrett, and her sister, Netta Syrett, were associated with Aubrey Beardsley, and <i>The Yellow Book</i>. Netta was a prolific writer. Nellie illustrated two of Netta's fairy stories for children. She contributed an illustration to <i>The Yellow Book </i>July 1896 issue, and designed <i>The Yellow Book</i> October 1896 cover. I will be featuring more of her work in a later post.<br />
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<em>The Lily of Life,</em> by Marie, Crown Princess of Roumania, was published in 1913 by Hodder and Stoughton. <a href="http://www.tkinter.smig.net/QueenMarie/index.htm">Queen Marie</a> was a prolific writer. She wrote several famous works, including <em>The Dreamer of Dreams</em> and <em>The Stealers of Light,</em> both illustrated by Edmund Dulac<em>. </em>Little has been written about Helen Stratton. <a href="http://www.lookandlearn.com/blog/10883/helen-stratton-artist/">One source</a> lists her birth year as approximately 1867, and her date of death as June 4, 1961, at the age of 95, and a kind reader has helped to verify that information (see comments below this post). I love her illustrations for <em>The Lily of Life,</em> and I will be seeking out more of her work to share. </div><br />
<em>The Lily of Life </em>is the story of two good sisters who fall in love with the same man, Prince Ilario, who then becomes ill. I skimmed the story and read bits and pieces of the narrative through to the end. There are parallels, it seems, between this work, written years before it, and <em>The Lord of the Rings</em>, in this sense: Corona must cross a bog filled with death and evil things, climb stone steps to reach the top of a treacherous cliff, and plunge into dangerous depths, in her quest to find a cure. Corona has a faithful servant who loves her. He follows after her into the sea, and she fears he will drown. After he clambers into her boat, later, she leaves him behind, because she must complete her quest alone, and in silence. <br />
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But why, at the end of the quest, when all has been set to selfless rights, and Prince Ilario has recovered from his illness, and Ilario and Corona's sister, Mora, have wed, must the heroine die? Why cannot Corona, who suffered so much, and exhibited so much courage, not find the strength to live? Even in 1913, must she literally die of a broken heart?<br />
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If you read the text, you will appreciate Helen Stratton's illustrations all the more. She captures the descriptions of the characters, the settings, and the actions with accuracy; and yet, a beautiful subtlety, choosing details that will illuminate, rather than sensationalize, the grimmer aspects of the story. <br />
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<em>Snickerty Nick</em> is a play for children with a giant named Baron Bill-Arron Bomberrum, a dwarf named Snickerty Nick, The Little Boy, The Children, Winter's Gnomes, and Spring's Faeries, published in 1919 by Moffat, Yard & Company.<br />
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I can't say I like all of the characters in this little play, as depicted by Rackham. Snickerty and the Giant, based it seems on an aspect of Rackham's own visage, do not appeal to me, but I enjoy the children, and the woman who is Spring. Rackham himself also appears as The Sandman. <br />
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Like Rackham's illustration of the mermaids in my <a href="http://artofnarrative.blogspot.com/2012/02/arthur-rackham-imagina-mermaids-faerie.html">earlier post</a> featuring his work for the book, <em>Imagina</em>, I get the sense Rackham probably had a lot of fun creating these images, perhaps relaxing his exacting standards to capture a purely playful quality. There must be satirical or ironic significance to the illustration of the great Cornish ogre. All of the illustrations capture great expression, characterization and movement.<br />
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<em>Dance of Spring</em> is my favorite, and the woman in <em>Spring</em> reminds me a bit of the bewitchery the viewer experiences, as in viewing Rackham's characterizations of <em>Undine</em>, though <em>Spring</em> is more mature and the two women look nothing alike. I'll be featuring and discussing my favorite illustrations from <em>Undine</em> in a future post.<br />
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<em><a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/imagina00ford#page/n9/mode/2up">Imagina</a></em> was published in 1914 by Duffield and Company (New York). Earlier this evening is the first time I've ever seen these images. Click on the title link to see all of the illustrations in their original context. <br />
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Coming Soon: More Surprising Images from Arthur Rackham.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I almost, almost think I've seen the bottom image before, but there is so much majesty in the tree and the confidence in the fairy who must be queen, I'm sure it's evoking other wonderful Rackham images. I love the moon in the background, and the subtlety of the color in the nightime scene.<br />
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Note: I've discovered why these images are familiar/not familiar to me. My friend, Thom, at The Pictorial Arts, posted them last June in a post titled <a href="http://mydelineatedlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/delicious.html">Delicious</a>. I even commented on them, so you know that I both love them, and I stayed up entirely too late last night. It is very difficult for me to find an image Thom does not know about. Visit <a href="http://mydelineatedlife.blogspot.com/">The Pictorial Arts</a> for an amazing archive of golden age illustration and comic book art, with lively dialogue in the comments from artists, illustrators and fans.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-26911530135380866122012-02-11T19:43:00.002-05:002012-02-11T19:50:14.287-05:00Rie Cramer ~ Grimm's Fairy Tales ~ 1927<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've included fourteen of the twenty-three full page color illustrations here at the Art of Narrative along with the lovely book cover and the plain but informative title page. I'm charmed by these illustrations. They are reminding me of everything from Anne Anderson and Virginia Sterrett to Kay Nielsen, and even Arthur Rackham and Gustaf Tenggren, though they are completely her own.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The cover inset illustration is from the story, <em>King Thrushbeard,</em> where Cramer flatters not only the charismatic main characters, but also the little boy servant who is both handsome and winsome.<em> </em>The full page art for this story is included in the body of the book. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite illustrations include the ones for <em>Little Brother and Little Sister</em>, <em>The White Snake</em>, <em>The Six Swans</em>, <em>Rumpelstiltskin,</em> <em>The Elves and the Shoemaker</em>, <em>Snow-White and Rose-Red</em>, <em>The Goose Girl at the Well</em>, <em>Iron John;</em> and especially the little star children from <em>The Seven Swans</em>, and <em>The Gold-Children</em> where the little maiden pledges her heart to the roughshod man. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>Dorothy Lathrop</em><br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost </em>by W. H. Hudson<br />
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<em>Frontispiece ~ The Old Man of the Sea</em><br />
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Twelve full page color and black and white plates, and eighteen chapter headings tell the transformation of Martin, a little boy lost, as illustrated by Dorothy Lathrop, from a vulnerable little boy to a child at home in the wild, and one with the sea. <br />
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As you scroll through the images, you will experience Martin's encounters with various individuals, creatures and beings. I am impressed by Lathrop's skill and versatility, her chapter headings and illustrations ranging from bold graphic design to delicate color washes and bright paintings, always expressing Martin's curious and open personality.<br />
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<a href="http://www.bpib.com/lathrop.htm">Dorothy Lathrop</a> (1891-1980), a renowned illustrator, co-winner of the Newbery Medal in 1930, and the first winner of the Randolph Caldecott Medal in 1938, was the daughter of an artist and the sister of a sculptor. Her maiden name was Pulis, and she often signed her work and was credited as Dorothy P. Lathrop. <br />
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She graduated from Columbia University where she first studied to be a teacher but also studied drawing. She furthered her studies at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts and the Arts Students League in New York, and began to illustrate in 1918. She was a member of the National Association of Women Painters and Sculptors. She is widely quoted as saying: "Talk of art and artists was part of my daily life from early childhood." <br />
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The most interesting illustrations for <em>A Little Boy Lost</em> begin with Chapter IV, and continue through Chapter XVIII, as Martin moves further away from the "real" world into the world of fantasy and the imagination.<br />
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My personal favorites, including <em>The Wonder of the Hills</em>, and <em>The Old Man of the Sea</em>, begin with Chapter XIII, once Martin has gained his "leopard spots." I also enjoy <em>The People of the Mirage</em>, <em>Alone in the Great Forest</em>, <em>A Troop of Wild Horses</em>, <em>The Lady of the Hills, </em>and<em> The People of the Mist</em>. (Okay, beginning with Chapter IV, just about everything is my favorite!)<br />
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The amount of characterization and detail in the chapter headings alone, can be an inspiration to modern illustrators. The full page illustrations are a complement to the headings and the melodic tone of William Henry Hudson's text. <br />
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This edition of <em>A Little Boy Lost</em> was first published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1920. I've copied the illustrations at their highest resolution from their <a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/littleboylost00huds#page/n9/mode/2up">original source</a>. If you click on the link, you can read the story and see the illustrations in their original context, including surprise illustrations at the end of most chapters, further extending the text.<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter V</em> ~ <em>The People of the Mirage</em><br />
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<em>"The Queen wishes to speak to you-- stand up, little boy."</em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Heading</em> ~ <em>Chapter VII</em> ~ <em>Alone in the Great Forest</em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter VII</em> ~ <em>Alone in the Great Forest</em><br />
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<em>How strange it seemed when, holding on to a twig, he bent over and</em><br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Heading</em> ~ <em>Chapter VIII</em> ~ <em>The Flower and the Serpent</em><br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter VIII</em> ~ <em>The Flower and the Serpent</em><br />
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<em>He quickly ate it, and then pulled another and ate that,</em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em><br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter X</em> ~ <em>A Troop of Wild Horses</em><br />
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<em>Then the wild man, catching Martin up, leaped upon</em><br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter XI</em> ~ <em>The Lady of the Hills</em><br />
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<em>She raised him in her arms and pressed him to her bosom,</em><br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter XII</em> ~ <em>The Little People Underground</em><br />
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<em>For a moment or two he was tempted to turn and run</em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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Alfred A. Knopf ~ c 1920<br />
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<em>Chapter XIV</em> ~ <em>The Wonder of the Hills</em><br />
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<em>The doe-- timidly smelt at his hand, </em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost</em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost </em> by W. H. Hudson<br />
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<em>A Little Boy Lost </em>by W. H. Hudson<br />
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<em>Chapter XVII</em> ~ <em>The Old Man of the Sea</em><br />
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Dorothy Lathrop<br />
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A Little Boy Lost by W. H. Hudson<br />
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What are your favorite Dorothy Lathrop books and Illustrations? <br />
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<a href="http://artofnarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/dorothy-lathrop-little-boy-lost-1920.html">Return to Top</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-49721261905809748472012-01-08T15:57:00.017-05:002012-01-23T14:01:08.771-05:00Francis Donkin Bedford ~ Peter and Wendy ~ 1911<div align="center"></div><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span><br />
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"To die will be an awfully big adventure?" The original story of J. M. Barrie's <em>Peter Pan</em> is not the idyllic world we may imagine. Death is real, and "true love" is misplaced or forgotten. <br />
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<em>Peter and Wendy</em> by J. M. Barrie<em>,</em> illustrated by F. D. Bedford, was published by Hodder & Stoughton (London), and Charles Scribner's Sons (New York), in 1911.<br />
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Read the story as illustrated by Francis Donkin Bedford, better known as F. D. Bedford, at the <a href="http://openlibrary.org/books/OL7241413M/Peter_and_Wendy">Open Library</a>, and in an attractively readable version at <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/26654/26654-h/26654-h.htm#i005">Project Gutenberg</a>, which also includes the images in a smaller version than the cover art, the title page, and the twelve illustrations represented here at <em>Art of Narrative</em>. <br />
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<a href="http://www.francisdonkinbedford.com/index.html">Francis Donkin Bedford (1864-1954)</a> was a prolific illustrator. He was born in London, studied architecture at the South Kensington Schools and the Royal Academy, and worked briefly as an architect. He went on in the 1890s to illustrate books, including several of his own. He was a member of the Artworkers' Guild. Additional biographical detail is available by following the link, and from art and illustration reference books.<br />
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This entry comes from <em>Book Illustrators of the Twentienth Century </em>by Brigid Peppin (Arco, c1984), and is copied here as a page excerpt under "fair use" for educational purposes:<br />
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<em>Francis Donkin Bedford (1864-1954)</em><br />
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<em>Born in London. Studied architecture at South Kensington and the Royal Academy Schools. Articled to the architect Sir Arthur Blomfield for four years before embarking, in the 1890s, on a long and successful career in book illustration. He worked in black and white and full colour, and was one of the first artists to take advantage of the then newly developed four colour process. The interior and exterior settings for his drawings clearly reflect his architectural training and often showed a marked liking for the then popular 'Bedford Park' style; his figures and animals were lively and expressive..." ~</em> Book Illustrators of the Twentieth Century<br />
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This quote from Francis Bedford, also copied under "fair use," comes from <em>Illustrators of Children's Books 1744-1945</em> (Horn Book, c1947):<br />
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<em>"The wish to paint and illustrate gradually prevailed... but I have never regretted an architectural training and my work still includes both pictures and illustrations of English and foreign buildings with an occasional return to architectural design. A delight in picture books in my early years led me in the 1880's to try my hand at one for children... Since then I have enjoyed doing others, as well as paintings in tempera and water color. My work has its roots in nature and the designs of the masters based upon its architecture, sculpture, painting and book illustration through the ages."</em> ~ Francis Donkin Bedford<br />
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Francis Donkin Bedford ~ <em>Peter and Wendy </em>by J. M. Barrie<br />
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Francis Donkin Bedford ~ <em>Peter and Wendy</em> by J. M. Barrie<br />
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Francis Donkin Bedford ~ <em>Peter and Wendy</em> by J. M. Barrie<br />
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Francis Donkin Bedford ~ <em>Peter and Wendy</em> by J. M. Barrie<br />
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<em>"To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure?"</em><br />
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Francis Donkin Bedford ~ <em>Peter and Wendy</em> by J. M. Barrie<br />
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I love these illustrations from <em>Peter and Wendy.</em> My favorites are the frontispiece, <em>Peter Flew In</em>; <em>Wendy’s Story</em>, which is not derivative, but reminds me of Arthur Rackham; <em>Hook Or Me This Time</em>; <em>The Birds Were Flown</em>; <em>Summer Days On The Lagoon,</em> and <em>Peter And Jane</em>. I find <em>“To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure?”</em> to be poignant, and all of the illustrations to be well conceived, gorgeous and dramatic.<br />
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What are your favorites? What can you share about F. D. Bedford?<br />
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<em>Fairies I Have Met</em> by Mrs. (Maud Margaret) Rodolph Stawell<br />
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For all the beauty of its cover, the title page is quite plain, so I've not included it, but all 8 illustrations for <em>Fairies I Have Met</em> by Mrs. Rodolph (Maud Margaret) Stawell are represented here, with the edges cropped and the color restored, copied from their <a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/fairiesihavemet00staw#page/n7/mode/2up">original source</a> where you can read the story and view the illustrations in context. <br />
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<em>Fairies I Have Met</em> was published in 1910 by Hodder and Stoughton, with illustrations lesser known but no less charming and personable than Dulac's work for <em>The Sleeping Beauty and Other Fairy Tales</em>, also published by Hodder and Stoughton in the same year.<br />
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<a href="http://www.bpib.com/illustrat/dulac.htm">Edmund Dulac</a> (1882-1953) is one of the premiere illustrators of the golden age of children's book illustration, and among my personal favorites. He was born October 22, 1882 in Toulouse, France, and attended Toulouse University, Toulouse Art School, and Académie Julian in Paris. He became a British citizen in 1912. <br />
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<em>The Bird of Shadows & The Sun Bird</em><br />
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<em>Fairies I Have Met</em> by Mrs. (Maud Margaret) Rodolph Stawell<br />
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<em>"Please," she said, "I want to be a nightingale."</em><br />
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<em>Fairies I Have Met</em> by Mrs. (Maud Margaret) Rodolph Stawell<br />
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<em>He held out the little shell in the beam of coloured light.</em><br />
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<em>Fairies I Have Met</em> by Mrs. (Maud Margaret) Rodolph Stawell<br />
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<em>She smiled at him very graciously when he was introduced to her.</em><br />
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<em>And because the silver of the moonshine-fairies is very light</em><br />
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<em>Drop-Of-Crystal was too busy to speak.</em><br />
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<em>Of course, the Dear Princess... wore the great opal</em><br />
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<em>The web and the diamonds and the Big Spider</em><br />
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If you have any favorites, or special love for Edmund Dulac's work, please leave your comments.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-69680549227234422902012-01-01T15:27:00.006-05:002017-10-16T10:48:17.350-04:00Phantastes: A Faerie Romance ~ Mystery Artist John Bell<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>"A new edition, with twenty-five illustrations by John Bell. (Chatto & Windus). --- In the case of this book we have only the agreeable task of announcing its reappearance in a fresh edition which, with the "fairy" figures designed on the cover, and its abundant illustrations within, makes altogether a very attractive volume to the eye." ~</em> Bookseller: The Organ of the Book Trade; J. Whitacker, ed., 1895</span><br />
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This edition of <em>Phantastes: A Faerie Romance </em>by George MacDonald (London: Chatto & Windus, Piccadilly, 1894) is illustrated by John Bell. Publisher blurbs, announcements, and book reviews from the era reference him, and he is credited on the title page, but I could find no information on John Bell, illustrator or artist. I find it interesting that some of the illustrations are unsigned, and others appear to be signed J. Berg S C, another name without further information accessible through the print sources I've located, or searches on the internet. Who is John Bell?<br />
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The illustrations are intriguing and varied. I've omitted a few that are less inspired, bordering on "muddy" or repellent. A reviewer from 1894 notes that there are illustrations that could have been done without, notably one titled <em>A woman-face, the most wonderful I had ever beheld</em>, and I agree, the woman is far from wonderful, though MacDonald's description in the book's narrative lends grace to the elderly individual. <br />
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Here is an excerpt from the review of <em>Phantastes: A Faerie Romance</em>, quoted from <em>The</em> <em>Unknown World, No. 5, Vol. 1, December 15th, 1894</em>, edited by Arthur Edward White:<br />
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<em>"The new edition is in every way welcome. It is issued at a popular price; it is attractively produced... it is illustrated profusely and with considerable success. At the same time there are some pictures which could have been well spared. Surely it is an artistic mistake to have attempted depicting the 'most wonderful' woman-face of the nineteenth chapter. In the drawing there is nothing wonderful. So, also, the 'Journey towards the capital,' and the knighting of Anodos are poor and flimsy sketches." ~</em> The Unknown World, No. 5, Vol. 1<br />
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The illustrations below are among those executed with "considerable success." Click <a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/phantastesfaerie00macduoft#page/n17/mode/thumb">HERE</a> to see all of the illustrations in their original context. You will see a few appealing surprises I probably should have included in this post, along with the less successful illustrations, and you can read George MacDonald's accompanying text of a classic book, best illustrated, perhaps, by Arthur Hughes in a later edition of MacDonald's book, published by Fifield in 1905. <br />
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Follow this <a href="http://artofnarrative.tumblr.com/post/3976693835/arthur-hughes-illustrations-for-george-macdonalds">LINK</a> to read about the edition illustrated by Arthur Hughes, and considered by George MacDonald's son, Greville, to be a perfect marriage between illustration and text, and this <a href="http://artofnarrative.tumblr.com/tagged/Phantastes">LINK</a> to see 19 of Arthur Hughes' illustrations for this work at my tumblr blog, The Art of Narrative.<br />
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Quoting Greville MacDonald from the <a href="http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/m/macdonald/george/m13ph/preface.html">preface</a> to the edition illustrated by Arthur Hughes, he writes about his reasons for offering a new edition: <em>"My reasons are three. The first is to rescue the work from an edition illustrated without the author’s sanction, and so unsuitably that all lovers of the book must have experienced some real grief in turning its pages. With the copyright I secured also the whole of that edition and turned it into pulp."</em> The edition he destroyed is probably the one illustrated by John Bell, though there are surviving copies available through libraries and book sellers.<br />
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The art technique by John Bell is described in a review from the era as pencil drawing, but I examine the images and I wonder if some of them were originally painted in color or in washes of shades of grey. My favorite illustrations are <em>All was life and bustle</em>, <em>The poor animal broke loose</em>, <em>I fell at the foot of one of the large trees</em>, and <em>In Fairyland</em>. <br />
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Here's another brief review from the era, found in <em>The Athenaeum, No. 3495, Oct 20, '94</em>, p. 518, from an announcement of <em>Chatto & Windus's New Books</em>, and excerpted from the <em>Glasgow Herald</em>:<br />
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<em>"All who do not know this highly imaginative and delightful tale should lose no time repairing their ignorance, and they cannot do it in better company than in that of Mr. John Bell, whose clever pencil has added twenty-five fine illustrations to the text. The artist has caught the spirit of the romance and his drawings are admirable. The books is otherwise a thing of beauty, in paper, typography, and binding." ~</em> Glasgow Herald<br />
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In <em>I sat down before a multitude of little drawers,</em> the first illustration below, note not only the figure of the little woman, but the faces in the cabinet carvings, reminding me of Arthur Rackham's lively world, imbuing the inanimate with sentience. Another touch I enjoy in <em>I fell at the foot of one of the large trees, </em>also reminding me of Rackham and predating him, is the figures of the young woman and the old man emerging from the trees, because of course, the trees are alive. <br />
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<em>The poor animal broke loose.</em><br />
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<em>Curious little figures shot up their heads.</em><br />
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<em>I saw the strangest figure.</em><br />
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<em>Phantastes: A Faerie Romance</em> by George MacDonald<br />
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<em>I fell at the foot of one of the large trees.</em><br />
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<em>In Fairyland</em><br />
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<em>I would clear every lineament of the lovely face.</em><br />
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<em>The Spirit of the Flowers</em><br />
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<em>One of their number began to sing.</em><br />
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<em>Horse and rider had arrived near enough for me to see.</em><br />
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<em>"There they are, there they are," cried the child.</em><br />
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Please comment, and add any information you may have about the artist, John Bell, and your opinions about the merits of these illustrations.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-75681936119321976412011-11-17T21:50:00.004-05:002015-04-18T12:03:12.191-04:00Maurice Lalau ~ The Romance of Tristram and IseultMaurice Lalau (1881-1961) is a name I had never seen before this week. He was a prolific French illustrator, perhaps better known in his own country than he is in the United States. I could find very little about him, either online or in print sources. <br />
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I did find a capsule review of the <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult</em>, published October 8th, 1910, in the New York Times, under the heading, Philadelphia Book News, with the following text:<br />
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<em>PHILADELPHIA, Oct. 7. -- Next Monday has been fixed for the issue by the J. B. Lippincott Co. of a sumptuous edition of "The Romance of Tristram and Iseult," translated from the French of Joseph Bedier by Florence Simmonds. This promises to be one of the most beautiful of the gift books of the season, the distinguishing characteristic of this edition being the thirty-two remarkable colored illustrations by Maurice Lalau.</em><br />
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The scary part is that the review states there are 32 illustrations, and the edition found at archive dot org, only has 20 remarkable color illustrations. If there are an additional 12, I dearly want to see them.<br />
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Click the link to view these amazing illustrations in their original context at archive dot org. <em><a href="http://www.archive.org/details/romanceoftristra00bdie">The Romance of Tristram and Iseult</a></em> was published by William Heinemann out of London, and by J. B. Lippincott out of Philadelphia, in 1910. William Heinemann is the same publisher who published much of Arthur Rackham's best known work. <br />
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It is a wonder more attention has not been paid to this illustrator. When I view the larger body of Lalau's available art and illustrations, I see parallels to the line work and drama of Arthur Rackham, including his droll sense of humor; and the composition and colors of Edmund Dulac. I strongly suspect and propose Maurice Lalau's influence, or perhaps he was influenced by them; and if I were ever to earn an advanced degree in art history, I would explore this potential connection.<br />
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If anyone has knowledge of Maurice Lalau, please share your information in comments, and add any links. Here are a few bits of information I've come across, <a href="http://www.booktryst.com/2011/05/most-celebrated-french-art-deco.html">here</a>, <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=FA091EFA345D16738DDDA10894D8415B808DF1D3">here</a>, and <a href="http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/artist50352/Maurice-Lalau/page-1">here</a>, and <a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Lalau">here</a>.<br />
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What I love about these illustrations is the rich color, and fully realized world, the room interiors and building exteriors executed in loving detail, including trunks and tapestries, musical instruments, books, looms, clothing, games, utensils, and a child's toys; and the drama of every scene, where every figure is a personality, major or minor, with an integral role; and the balance of indoor and outdoor presentations, and the depictions of sunset, daytime and moonlight. I can only imagine the artist immersed himself in historical description and visual references, and made numerous preliminary sketches.<br />
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I copied these illustrations at the highest possible resolution, and worked with the brightness and contrast to lighten them just a touch to bring out the detail, while retaining the original color tones and balance. The original scans are exceptionally good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1908</span><br />
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Translated from the French by Florence Simmonds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Frontispiece: <em>Tristram and Iseult</em></span><br />
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Translated from the French by Florence Simmonds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">The castle rose by the sea-coast, fair and strong, well</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult</em> ~ 1908</span><br />
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Translated from the French by Florence Simmonds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">She alone, cunning in the use of philtres,</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult</em> ~ 1909</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Translated from the French by Florence Simmonds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Tristram spurred his horse </span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult ~ </em>1909</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Translated from the French by Florence Simmonds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">At this moment Bragwaine entered, and saw how they gazed</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">London: William Heinemann, c1910</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Eighteen days from that time, having convoked</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Above in the branches the King was moved</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Unless the King would send his nephew</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1908</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Presently the news spread</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">All night, passing through the beloved woods</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">The palace gates were thrown open to all comers;</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1909</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Under the trees he pressed her to his heart</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1908</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">She took the magic bell, rang it</span></em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maurice Lalau ~ <em>The Romance of Tristram and Iseult </em>~<em> </em>1908</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">Then the two on foot, with shattered shields</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: small;">King Mark and Iseult the Fair</span></em><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942679790176966125.post-56698039732345615312011-11-12T01:48:00.003-05:002011-11-14T10:54:13.023-05:00Harry Clarke: The Year's At The Spring: Illustrations & Page Decorations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Harry Clarke's illustrations and page decorations for <em>The Year's at the Spring</em> reverberate, from the playful to the frightening, with the reveries of childhood and religious iconography inherent in turn-of-the-century collections of poetry. The page layout and typography is delightful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These illustrations come from the first edition published in September 1920 by Brentano's (New York). <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013297217"><em>The Year's at the Spring: An Anthology of Recent Poetry</em></a> was compiled by L. D'o. Walters (<span class="searchTerm">Lettice</span> <span class="searchTerm">D</span>'<span class="searchTerm">Oyly Walters), and printed in Great Britain by Turnbull & Spears, Edinburgh</span>. Click the link to see the illustrations in their original context, at archive dot org. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For your enjoyment and study, I've included every one of Harry Clarke's full page illustrations and page decorations. The table of contents pages and list of illustrations are particularly beautiful, incorporating the decorations cropped for this post. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I first copied and worked with the images from <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/yearsatspringant00waltrich">this scanned version</a> at archive dot org, where I found the dust jacket. I was unsatisfied with the quality of the images, because the original source material was yellowed and dull and the scans were in soft focus; so I was happy to recently find the better set of pages, which prompted me to start the project all over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The images are in the order they appear in the book. Every named illustration is a full page, and the titles come from the list of illustrations. Page decorations range in size from small to a quarter page. Captions come from the text below each full page illustration. If you click on each image, you will be rewarded with exceptional detail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite color illustrations are <em>A Ballad of the Captains</em>, <em>Arabia, The Song of the Mad Prince, and The Dead. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite black and white illustrations and page decorations are numerous, including all of the front matter illustrations, <em>The Fiddler of Dooney</em>, <em>Star-Talk</em>, <em>To The Coming Spring</em>, and <em>Very Nearly!</em> I love the helmeted woman. She reminds me of the <a href="http://buttonsthroughtime.blogspot.com/">antique clothing buttons</a> I collect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Read more about Harry Clarke <a href="http://www.harryclarke.net/biography.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.bpib.com/illustrat/clarke.htm">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Dust Jacket</div><div style="text-align: center;">Illustrated by Harry Clarke</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frontispiece</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>The Lake Isle of Innisfree</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Title Page</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Title Page Illustration<br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>Sea Fever</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>Arabia</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center">Page Decoration</div><div align="center"><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Song of the Mad Prince</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Shepperdess</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Dead</em><br />
<em>"Honour has come back, as a king, to earth"</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Great Lover</em><br />
<em>"Out on the wind of time,</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Great Lover</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Dying Patriot</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>The Dying Patriot</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>To The Coming Spring</em><br />
<em>"With magic key... unlocking buds</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>Alms in Autumn</em><br />
<em>"They'll set the realms of fairyland</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>Very Nearly!</em><br />
<em>"All alone, those rocks amid--</em><br />
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<em>The Year's at the Spring</em> ~ 1920 ~ Harry Clarke</div><div align="center"><em>All is Spirit and Part of Me</em><br />
<em>"I am born of a thousand storms,</em><br />
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</div>I've been spending what little spare time I have, researching and enjoying "golden age" book illustration. I've just made a lucky purchase of a 1st edition, c1918, Dugald Stewart Walker's <em>Dream Boats and Other Stories,</em> with beautiful illustrations, 4 color plates, and 16 full page black and white. It should arrive sometime within the week. <br />
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In the meantime, I have <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/dreamboatsothers00walk"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Archive dot Org</span></a> to remind me. The images above come directly from that site, un-cropped and un-edited. Click the link and you will be rewarded.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Cite this post if you use this not for profit image.</div>Art of Narrativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13361785503164857781noreply@blogger.com4