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#Art #Painting #Waterhouse #JohnWilliamWaterhouse #TheSoulOfTheRose #UK #Artwork #PreRaphaelite John William Waterhouse: “The Soul of the Rose” (1908).

#Art #Painting #Waterhouse #JohnWilliamWaterhouse #Poster #Boreas #Artwork #PreRaphaelite #UK John William Waterhouse: Boreas Poster (1903). One of my favourite artists…

"The Lady of Shallott," John William Waterhouse, 1888.

Although he was never actually a member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, which split up while he was a child, Waterhouse (1849-1917) adopted their style with enthusiasm and is now strongly associated with them.

He loved painting scenes from Shakespeare and from famous poems, and this is from a popular poem by Tennyson, about a woman who is under a curse and can only look at the world through a mirror, or else she would die. She spends her time weaving a tapestry of what she sees. Finally, she decides to face the world, no matter the consequences, and sets off in a boat to see Camelot...and then to die.

The colors and subject matter are definitely Pre-Raphaelite, and it's also very naturalistic, with the plants and birds on the river. She sits on the tapestry she wove, which drags in the water. She has a crucifix and three candles on the boat; two of them are out already, indicating her coming death. Her expression is vulnerable and sad; she knows she will die, but feels she has to see the world for herself.

It's an iconic and popular painting, and gorgeous to boot.

From the Tate Britain, London.

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“The Lady of Shalott” (1888). I’ve always loved John William Waterhouse…

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'#Hylasandthenymphs' (detail) by #JohnWilliamWaterhouse , 1896 #nudeart

#Circe Offering the Cup to #Ulysses #nudeart by (II) #JohnWilliamWaterhouse (1891)

Saint Cecilia (detail), John William Waterhouse, 1895
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#TheSiren by (I) #JohnWilliamWaterhouse (1900) #nudeart

Un petit fil arc-en-ciel pour contrebalancer le gris-moche de ce dimanche 🌈

❤️
Jean-Baptiste Siméon Chardin, Panier de fraises, v. 1761, collection privée

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Eye Candy for Today: Waterhouse’s Gossip. For more detail, links & info, see my Lines and Colors post: http://linesandcolors.com/ #art #painting #victorianpainting #waterhouse #johnwilliamwaterhouse #preraphaelites #genrepainting #19thcenturyart #britishpainting

The Lady of Shalott
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

PART I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott. [1]

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, [2]
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil'd
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott? [3]

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott". [4]

PART II

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay [5]
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the 'curse' may be,
And so [6] she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls, [7]
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights,
And music, went to Camelot: [8]
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott. [9]

PART III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy. [10]
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to [11] Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot. [12]
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott. [13]

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot. [14]
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river [15]
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom;
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily [16] bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

PART IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks
complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
'The Lady of Shalott.' [17]

And down the river's dim expanse--
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot;
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott. [18]

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly, [19]
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale [20] between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
'The Lady of Shalott' [21]

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot [22] mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

#LordAlfredTennyson #TheLadyofOfShalott #poem #JohnWilliamWaterhouse

Apollo and Daphne, 1908 #romanticism #johnwilliamwaterhouse

Psyche Opening the Golden Box, 1903 #waterhouse #johnwilliamwaterhouse https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-william-waterhouse/psyche-opening-the-golden-box-1903

The Crystal Ball, 1902 #romanticism #johnwilliamwaterhouse https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-william-waterhouse/the-crystal-ball-1902

Echo and Narcissus, 1903 #romanticism #johnwilliamwaterhouse https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-william-waterhouse/echo-and-narcissus-1903

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, 1909 #johnwilliamwaterhouse #romanticism https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-william-waterhouse/gather-ye-rosebuds-while-ye-may-1909

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Destiny

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Hylas and the Nymphs (1896)
By #JohnWilliamWaterhouse (1849 -1917) at #Manchester Art Gallery.
“The classical ideal of beauty… the femme fatal reflecting Victorian male fears as women campaigned for equal rights”.
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Did I know that sirens in the classical tradition were depicted as "creatures having the body of a bird with the head of a beautiful woman" (Ted Gott)?

I do not think so.

"Ulysses and the Sirens," John William Waterhouse (1891).

Source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/ulysses-and-the-sirens/qQH6ni1OHjyz9A?hl=en

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