No apologies for yet another painting by Thomas Dewing, for the third week running. This is called Lady in White (No. 1) and may be, or may not be, the same lady in the same dress as in this one. No matter. Just feast your eyes and enjoy.
I simply cannot get enough of Thomas Dewing. This is the third painting in a row of his I've put up here and I love them all. This one is called A Reading, painted in 1897. That's all I know. What I have noticed, and so will you if you google Thomas Dewing paintings, is that he is very fond of this kind of greenish blueish colouring, which permeates a number of his pictures. I expect some art critic somewhere has written a whole thesis about this, but all I can say is that it seems to increase the atmosphere of dreamy strangeness which is really why I love him so much.
As you may know, I'm constantly on the lookout for interesting paintings to show you on here. The blog has a regular Saturday art slot, which usually includes women reading, or writing, or something along those lines. But though its not Saturday, I'm sharing this one today because I thought it so strange and unsettling and didn't want to keep it to myself.
This is Thomas Dewing, The White Dress, 1901. Dewing (1851-1938) was an American artist, who apparently has a whole room to himself in the Smithsonian Museum in Washington DC. I haven't been able to find any commentary online about this particular painting, but can you see what I mean about it being unsettling? It's something to do with the relationship between the two figures. The seated woman seems to be deliberately keeping her back turned, and the white-dressed woman appears to have her hands on her hips, as if she's annoyed. What is going on, I wonder? Are they quarrelling? Is it a wedding dress? No idea. But he's a fascinating artist and you'll be seeing more of him soon.
Well, here's a bit of a surprise. I'd never heard of Erik Koeppel but assumed he was a little known 19th century artist. However, having googled him I've just discovered he was born in 1980! According to a website I found, 'Koeppel’s mastery of traditional techniques has led him to become one of very few young contemporary artists whose work is regularly exhibited with historic masters of the 19th and early 20th Centuries'. You can see more of his paintings on Pinterest , including this one -- unusual in that it's a portrait, as he mostly seems to do landscapes. This is called 'Portrait of a Romantic'.
Actually not that new since I used it a few years ago, but this (above) is Red Berries, by Albert Joseph Moore (1841-1893), who was known for his depictions of languorous female figures set against the luxury and decadence of the classical world, says Wikipedia. I think it's particularly suitable as I'm feeling pretty languorous myself at the moment, recovering from a nasty stomach bug, hence the lack of reviews on here this week.
Curiously enough Moore used the exact same lady in the exact same pose in a completely different painting! You can see lots more of his work on google images and/or Pinterest if you like this kind of thing.
This charmingly domestic scene is by a Finnish artist, the wonderfully named Erin Kleopatra Danielson-Gambogi (1861-1919). It's called 'Sisters' and was painted in 1891. She doesn't have a Wikipedia entry, but if you google her you'll find a few sites where you can see more of her work and learn about her life. This one is particularly informative.
This gorgeously dressed lady is Julia Makovskaya, and the painting is called The Artist’s Wife (1881). The painter is Konstantin Yegorovich Makovsky (Russian, 1839-1915). We have to assume that the knife she is clutching in her hand is intended to cut the pages of the book rather than for some other more sinister purpose.
Harold Meade Mott-Smith painted this lovely reminder of the sunny days to come. I found it on the Facebook page of Virago Modern Classics Readers, and they found it on tumblr. Thanks to them. The painting is actually called The Artist and His Wife, as I discovered from here -- a web page with a biography of the artist, which tells me he was born in Honolulu in 1872, and that his father was the first dentist to set up a practice in the Kingdom of Hawaii. Harold seems to have divided his time between Boston, Paris and Hawaii, where this one was painted. Sadly, he left a great many paintings in store in San Francisco, where they were destroyed in the earthquake. He died in 1948.