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Sunday, March 31, 2024
Eloquence of Hands and Eyes...
Having waited a few years for Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery to open its doors again to the public after the long drawn-out COVID period, followed by seemingly endless maintenance work, I was eager to see the exhibition Victorian Radicals: From the Pre-Raphaelites to the Arts and Crafts Movement on display in part of the main site; Gas Hall. Assembled together were pieces that drew attention to the unique role played by circles of artists from the 'city of a thousand trades', Birmingham, faced with an increasingly industrialized society that drove mass production to meet growing material demand. Beautiful jewellery, glass, textiles and metalwork were displayed next to some of the drawings and paintings that I have known most of my life and therefore seeing them again here felt like meeting old acquaintances.
I used to love pouring over the tiny, painstaking details of the great Pre-Raphaelite works with their jewel-like colours that light up some symbolic meaning or other. The bright, clear colours that illuminate each detail of the specific theme illustrated are still mesmerising to me, even if the latter can sometimes appear rather laboured or simply lost on me. Indeed, in their earnest desire to reject the heavy, pedantic Classicist style and subject matter advocated by the Royal Academy, the Pre-Raphaelite 'brotherhood', turned back to Arthurian legends, Greek mythology and tales of Medieval courtly love, many of which are in no way familiar to us today. But even when young, I found the expressive eyes and hands particularly captivating, whatever the narrative of the work in question and was pleased to realise that I am still drawn to these, all those years on. Musica (1895-7) by Kate Elisabeth Bunce (1856-1927) was used to advertise this 2024 exhibition and seeing it again felt like revisiting the past. Of course, the painting is lavishly detailed, all in vivid enamel-bright colours as it invites you to peer into its depths, just as its convex mirror pulls you forward, whilst the intricacy of the tapestry-like clothing ensnares you. The musician stares out, engaging and yet somehow managing to maintain a strange air of elusiveness
Elongated, tapering fingers, with their graceful and/or dramatic gesture was characteristic of many Pre-Raphaelite paintings and typically appeared in the work of Edward Burne-Jones (1833-1898)... Above is a detail of the Pygmalion series (1875-78) that was recounted in Ovid's Metamorphoses but was retold by William Morris in his epic poem, The Earthly Paradise (1868). In this, the third painting of the series - The Godhead Fires - the goddess Venus brings Pygmalion's, Galatea, to life. Below, we see the two lovers brought together in the final painting; The Soul Attains . Although their hands entwine, there is no direct exchange of looks as she looks enigmatically into the distance rather than meeting his gaze.
Likewise, expressive hands and enigmatic or overted eyes are often a key point in the paintings of Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882). The fact that the 1881 work The Lady of Pity (La Donna della Finestra) was never completed emphasises the aesthetic focus even more. Rossetti was fascinated by the poetry of the Medieval Italian, Dante Alighieri, and identified with his obsessive love and subsequent mourning for Beatrix; object of his unrequited love and subject of his infactuation in La Vita Nuova (1295).
In the unfinished work, commenced the year before Rossetti's death, the oblique expression of the woman's eyes escapes us, gazing out beyond. Her hands, with their impossibly long and languid fingers seem to assume a life of their own. Although the model for the painting - Jane Morris - indeed had distinctive hands, Rossetti used artistic licence to draw further attention to them. This approach was certainly not, however, unique to this particular piece but was recurrent in much of Rossetti's work.
The only exception to this perhaps is Beata Beatrix, begun in 1877, which represents Dante's love, Beatrix, as she slides into an ecstatic trance-like state at the moment of death, with her eyes closed, hands upturned with the palms passively exposed.The posthumous model for Beatrix was Elisabeth Siddal, who was also the model in John Everett Millais' Ophelia from 1851. More importantly Lizzie - referred to as 'The Dove' - was Rossetti's late wife, having died of a laudanum overdose in 1862. The poppy symbolising eternal sleep, carried by the dove in the painting thus takes on greater significance and Beatrix/Lizzie's death underpins Rossetti's identification with Dante.
Beatrix's hands appear to be a faithful rendition of those of Lizzie, fairly short-fingered yet able to express emotion without the extremes more characteristic of Rossetti's work. Looking at the Millais work, I think you can even see the likeness with the hands of Rossetti's Beatrix. It seems ironic that Elisabeth Siddal should be famous for modelling tragically young women from literary works shown on the brink of death when she herself died at a mere 32 years of age.
The Keepsake (1901), again by Kate Elisabeth Bunce, illustrates a staple Pre-Raphaelite theme; Medieval chivalry and courtly love. Here, it is drawn from a scene in one of Rossetti's poems, The Staff and the Scrip, written in the mid-19th century. Whilst the details of the painting are exquisite, the whole does not quite pull together so that the final result is like a set of beautifully-crafted, yet loose patchwork pieces. It is almost as if the artist lost herself in the intricacies, so consumed was she by capturing their beauty. Therefore in this work, the eloquence of the hands and downturned glance of the ladies-in-waiting who bring the pilgrim's belongings to the queen, caught my eyes before anything else and certainly more so than the key figure of the queen with her strangely vacant expression.
In The Last of England (1852-5) by Ford Madox Brown (1821-1893), the oblique stares of the husband and wife reveal far less than their anguished hands as the leave their homeland to emigrate to Australia. The woman's gloved hand clenches the purple-knuckled hand of her husband in the inclement weather conditions that bear down on them as they turn their back on England. She compresses his fingers in a tight, nervous grip whilst her other hand gently holds the tiny hand of the small child concealed under her shawl.
But for the beauty of expression, the most stunning rendering of the human gaze has to be The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple (1860) by William Holman Hunt (1827-1910). Himself of great Christian faith, Hunt wished to paint religious scenes in their true settings and therefore travelled to the Middle East to do so.
The Finding of the Saviour represented Jesus with the Rabbis in the Holy Temple in Jerusalem, but unable to find individuals willing to model for the work, Hunt was obliged to approach members of the Jewish community once back in London. The eyes and facial expressions he finally painted are just breath-taking...
Pretty Petals...
March and April offer us the early Spring flowers which emerge from the winter-hardened soil with such determination that their delicate petals seem in contradiction with this powerful drive. Much of this magical process passed me by this year however, and I even managed to miss out on the jaunty dandelions but I did make myself stop to admire the irises on my way to work. At least the garden centre was there, with its ready supply of hot-house cultivated blooms, bouquets and bunches of flowers... Maybe not the same magical quality as the wildflowers but beautiful all the same! I wonder who was the recipient of these pretty petals...
Coronets, Crowns, Knights and Chests.... Westminster Abbey.
A whirlwind visit to Westminster Abbey saw me wandering around this historic site in a very haphazard way as I tried to immerse myself in the beauty of the architecture and sculpture whilst dodging the many other tourists who were presumably doing the same! Trying to escape the 21st century was obviously going to be a challenge with throngs of visitors but I focused on what I hoped to find (and indeed found) and avoided everybody else, especially those intent of taking selfies at every given opportunity.
As chest tombs with their ornate sculpted forms fill me the strangest feeling of almost inexplicable happiness, I was certainly overwhelmed in the most positive sense here at Westminster. I wonder what visitors, past and present, feel when encountering the strange supine forms of knights, kings and queens? Is it intrigue at the lifelike figures of individuals long-since departed, yet whose presence is still visible? Is there a desire to touch these frozen beings, whose faces with unseeing eyes stare beyond, up to the towering ceilings high above?
The almost translucent nose on this regal figure, suggests an irrespressible urge to stroke cold stone that is centuries old, to experience its perfectly smooth surface...
Meanwhile scratched initials and names elsewhere reflect a will to leave a personal mark on the passage of time through a fast, furtive inscription on the stonework...
Or is there a thrill at the sight of this abundance of curious ornate detail, some in the most vivid colours, that make these works so unique and strangely joyful as a result? Or a delight at observing the majestic beings and beasts that render the modern-day offerings so plain, uninspiring and sad in comparison?
Scores of illustrious individuals; monarchs, statesmen, scientists, literary figures, actors, clergymen and so on, lie or kneel in pious devotion, represented in all their finery in this regal setting which has presided over coronations, royal weddings and... funerals.
Their hands are generally joined in prayer...
But there are the odd exceptions...
Clasping the Bible or some chattel...
Or used to prop up a strangely reclined figure, waiting for eternity...
Meanwhile the clothing is either lavish and rich...
Or simply functional...
Or modest...
But whatever the finery of their accoutrements, most figures were accompanied by an animal figure, boldly represented or rather more discreet...
I was already familiar with bestial footrests for the figures of the departed, with the standard lion, dog and dragon forms, faithfully supporting the feet of their honoured patron. Here, however, was a more varied collection of imaginary beasts, alongside buildings, beings and diverse objects to symbolise the wordly and spiritual status of the long-deceased, many in the boldest of colours...
Of course, faithful lions and hounds figure heavily here, guarding feet at Westminster too, ensuring that the power and prestige of their charges are intact, even if the bodily forms of both beast and human being are sometimes in rather sorry state due to the ravages of time...
Or look somewhat bewildered in their obedience, with their eyes wide open and little carved claws clutching onto the tomb slab with dogged devotion or determination...
Or a little too meak perhaps, gazing on lovingly rather than in defiance of any assault on their master's honour...
Or simply appear insignificant in size, barely larger than a domestic cat in this instance!
And occasionally, the figures that are carefully watched over seem likewise disproportionally small and vulnerable , despite their armour and weaponry...
Perhaps one beast will growl and glower - almost held down in submission by a dominant male boot - whilst the other will gently rest on its haunches, amongst the fine linen of the lady in question...
Although dogs typically sit at the feminine foot, this is not always the case; here a growling hound bares its teeth next to the imposing blunt-toed steel sabaton footwear of his male charge, while a snarling gryphon guards over the lady companion's feet.
Other gryphons crouch patiently, with the folded wings, oddly pointed (and chipped) ears and ruffled feathers that bear the symbolic fleur-de-lys...
A flamboyant wooden porcupine squats at the folds in clothing around his (equally colorful) charge's feet, a golden chain shackling him to the spot...
A stag stares up from the hem of long ecclesiastical robes towards the clergyman that he accompanies in his endless state of devotion...
Meanwhile, angels support the headrest of one departed knight...
Just as a sad female figure, presumably a servant or perhaps daughter lies in a strangely stiff - literally wooden - horizontal position...
A pair of ecclesiastic figures kneel by a strangely elongated lion figure, their faces shrouded by their monastic hooded gowns...
For all its grandeur, I had the strange impression that the abbey was far smaller than I had imagined. Meanwhile, even though the rather hefty entrance fee is somewhat dissuasive, it was quite cheering to see that the abbey has considerable success, as the crowds attest.
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