#female beauty
Marilyn Monroe and Jack Benny, Children’s Benefit, Shrine Auditorium, 1953 - Ph. Phil Stern
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Mrs Arthur Kenworthy (ca. 1899), by J.W. Waterhouse
Waterhouse was not famous because of his portraits, but towards the end of his life he painted more and more of them. It is a first sign of the general public losing interest in his works. His later paintings were sold at lower prices, so Waterhouse relied on commissions for extra income. The appointed portraits however needed to resemble the sitter, whereas Waterhouse preferred to show his ideals of female beauty on the canvas.
This is the portrait of his wife’s sister in law: Louise. She was married to Arthur Kenworthy. Whether it was painted as a gift or for a commission is not known.
In 1900, Esther and John William Waterhouse moved from the studio on Primrose Hill to 10, Hall Road in St. John’s Wood in the City of Westminster. It was the former home of the sculptor and co-member of the Art Workers Guild: Harry Bates, who had died in 1899.
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The Soul of the Rose (1908), by J.W. Waterhouse
“And the soul of the rose went into my blood” is a phrase from one of Alfred Tennyson’s most famous poems: “Maud”. Waterhouse made a lot of paintings that were inspired by the poetry of Lord Tennyson and this is one of them. Here, he just used it as a vehicle to combine the typical Pre-Raphaelite themes of feminine beauty and the beauty of nature. Other references to the poem are lacking. It is also a perfect example of how Waterhouse conveyed the sense of smell to a painting.
From “Maud, Part One” by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1855)
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d
To the dancers dancing in tune
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
I said to the lily, “There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play. ”
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, “The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lordlover, what sighs are those
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,” so I swear to the rose,
“For ever and ever, mine. ”
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash’d in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewelprint of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.
The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh’d for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a treat,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
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Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May (1908), by J.W. Waterhouse
The title is drawn from a famous poem written in 1648 by Robert Herrick (see below for the complete version). It describes the need to live in the moment (carpe diem) because life is short and beauty is only temporary. This theme fits well with Waterhouse’s other works, but it should also be seen in the time when this was painted because in the same year there was a big demonstration in Manchester by the Women’s Social and Political Union to call for equal rights for women. There are no records about Waterhouse’s political opinions, but the association of female beauty with flowers was certainly something that the suffragettes did not approve of.
Waterhouse gave the same name to another picture that he painted one year later. It is however very different in composition, so it will be presented separately.
Apologies for the silent period, but I will try to resume this blog more frequently in the new year.
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (by R. Herrick, 1648)
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he’s a getting;
The sooner will his Race be run,
And nearer he’s to Setting.
That Age is best, which is the first,
When Youth and Blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
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From an unforgettable shoot with Amelie Marmenlind in Sweden
Copyright:Gerard_Chillcott
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In honor of the beauty of female body I’m posting some recent studies
Also yeah I’m still alive even though I left this account for a while for a hiatus.
I’m so sorry for not answering the questions of all of you who sensed me inboxes, it’s really important for me and I promise to check every single one soon!!
Scrolling through all of your messages made me feel so much nostalgia, I really miss good old days with you, fighting antis and coming up with new Shidge AUs. I’m currently very busy with trying to live an adult life and working to pay rent, but now I feel inspired to keep posting here, even if many of you already left tumblr. This place is something very important for me and I have so many good memories I love to remember.
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Mirror mirror on the…towel. This is my most adventurous post to date. Any words of encouragement so I know it was the right move?? ✨
@rawr-love
Pure beauty!!
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Finalement, un usage pour la “petite culotte” que je peux comprendre.
Finally a use for the panties I can understand.
