Sunday, 14 June 2015

Marie Spartali and Julia Margaret Cameron


In the late 1860s Marie Spartali (born 1844) acted as model for pioneering photographer Julia Margaret Cameron (born 1815).  Both families had holiday homes on the Isle of Wight and were acquainted through the Pre-Raphaelite painters.   The photo sessions took place in Cameron’s studio in Freshwater, over several days, Marie recording the fatigue of sitting  for repeated shots. 

Marie was at this time studying with Ford Madox Brown and enjoyed a successful exhibition debut in 1867.  Cameron was always seeking willing models for her photographic compositions where sitters were posed  as fictional and allegorical figures, requiring elaborate preparation and accessories.  Marie posed as ‘Imperial Eleanore’ from Tennyson’s poem, as Hypatia, as 'The Spirit of the Vine', as Mnemosyne Mother of the Muses (maybe in allusion to her Greek heritage),  and as The Duenna.

Some of the original prints, given to Marie by Cameron, will feature in our forthcoming exhibition Poetry in Beauty The Pre-Raphaelite Art of Marie Spartali Stillman, at Delaware Art Museum and the Watts Gallery next winter.  

I will also be showing them at the forthcoming conference marking Cameron’s bicentenary, when I argue that Cameron’s example as a professional female artist, committed to perfecting her then-difficult medium, and to exhibiting and selling her work, served as a role model to Spartali, especially after she herself married and took on domestic responsibilities, when women were conventionally expected to give up professional practice. 

I further explore the links between Spartali, Cameron’s niece Julia Stephen - who composed her aunt's entry for the 1886 Dictionary of National Biography -  and Julia’s daughters Stella, Vanessa and Virginia, suggesting that in turn Marie’s long exhibiting career was an encouragement to a younger generation, struggling against the engrained prejudice (as Woolf put it) that ‘women can’t write, women can’t paint’.  

The conference is organised by University of Portsmouth, 3-5 July 2015. 
details here

-   It includes a performance of Woolf’s comedy Freshwater and a visit to the Cameron home and study centre Dimbola on the Isle of Wight.   

Monday, 8 June 2015

Banking hero?

This from Guardian newspaper 'Comment' piece 24 May 2015.
There's some irony in proposing WM for a banknote, when he hoped for ultimate elimination of the capitalism underpinned by financial institutions, but it's a great choice for popular national hero.  Thanks to the Guardian writer for this rousing endorsement.

The quest has begun to find a face for a new £20 note, to go into circulation within five years. Public nominations are being sought until 19 July.   Bank of England governor Mark Carney has narrowed the field to a (deceased) figure from the visual arts – to include architecture, film-making, craft and design.
There is a rich seam of possibilities. Could Emeric Pressburger and Michael Powell, or even Derek Jarman, represent British film-making? Wren has had his turn and Mackintosh has featured on a Clydesdale Bank issue, but what about Sir John Soane, who remains one of the most influential British architects, rebuilding much of the Bank of England itself around the turn of the 19th century? In design, Lucienne Day or Susie Cooper are intriguing possibilities; though if we’re talking ceramics, the great Josiah Wedgwood would be a contender, accompanied, of course, by a teapot, for what could be more British? (Though perhaps he could wait for a new £5, to be immortalised in jasper-style blue and white.) The painter and acerbic social commentator William Hogarth should also be considered; so too the visionary Blake and the sweeping talent that was JMW Turner. This newspaper would heartily welcome Barbara Hepworth: a major figure in the development of modernism internationally, and indelibly linked with both the Yorkshire and Cornish landscapes.

In the end, however, we would suggest that William Morris's splendidly bearded visage is the one to grace the new £20 note. His talents were almost too varied to comprehend: designer and maker of wallpapers and chintz, of course, but also of stained glass and ceramics, of tapestries and embroideries, of calligraphy and illuminated books. He was a poet, a novelist, a writer of early science fiction. He was a pamphleteer, a journalist, a political activist and proto-feminist. He was a campaigner against the wilful destruction of ancient monuments and an environmentalist; he took a sensual pleasure in the beauty of objects and landscapes. He believed passionately in the dignity of skilled and fulfilling work. Ahead of his time, he is a model to a generation of British artists today, such as Jeremy Deller, whose work is multidisciplinary and socially concerned.

Morris would also be a hearteningly radical choice, despite the chintzy reputation (and an appealing offset to Winston Churchill, who will be on the new £5). Stanley Baldwin might have failed to mention Morris’s politics when he opened the Victoria and Albert’s centenary exhibition in 1934, but the artist’s convictions were central to his psyche. He was a revolutionary socialist who wrote and lectured tirelessly, who addressed the striking miners of Northumberland in 1887, who marched on Bloody Sunday to Trafalgar Square. He wished to see a world in which there were neither “brain-sick brain workers, nor heart-sick hand workers … in which all men would be living in equality of condition.”


Of course there were contradictions in this revolutionary-cum-luxury-retailer. But these would be elegantly encapsulated by his gracing the currency. In short, Morris was, as EP Thompson wrote, “one of those men whom history will never overtake”.

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Blackamoors in Florence

  Article  here on the NYU conference and exhibitions in Florence last weekend prompted by the collection of antique blackamoor figures at the Villa Pietra, NYU's Italian campus.


Here is one of them: 


It was an exciting event, packed with scholarship, literature, music and art and attended by hundreds of delegates.  Full details  http://www.blackportraitures.info/

All the papers were livestreamed and recorded so in theory available to hear,  but the sessions were so numerous that it is best to consult the program first.


The RE-SIGNIFICATIONS exhibits - contemporary artists' responses to historic representations - are on three sites through June and July.   These too were so packed with artworks and people that it was hard to capture any useful views, but these give a glimpse:






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On the weekend of 28-31 May is a large-scale scholarly gathering
  BLACK PORTRAITURE[S] IMAGINING THE BLACK BODY AND RE-STAGING HISTORIES 
organised by NYU in Florence Italy and including a vast range of papers on  literally hundreds of topics.  Rather too many to cover in a blog, but among the attractions is an exhibition 
RE-SIGNIFICATIONS 
that will be on view all summer at the Museo Bardini, Villa la Pietra and  Fondazione Biagiotti Progetto Arte,
SEE  here    






'Lost' pictures by Marie Spartali



Marie Spartali Stillman's exhibition record stretches from 1867 to 1922 and in that period she exhibited around 150 works whose titles and ante quem dates are known.   Although it's been assumed she was generally 'unsuccessful' in seldom selling her pictures, in fact a large proportion were sold.  There are few records of the purchasers, however, and many of the paintings that are now known passed down through the families of her daughter and  son. Which leaves a good number of documented but now lost works whose location is currently unknown. 

One of these, newly identified as Luisa Strozzi, exhibited in 1884, priced at 80 guineas, has recently surfaced through a bequest in Canada.  Fruit of the artist's residence in Florence, and her knowledge of a tragic historical story, this features a Renaissance half-length woman, with the Palazzo Strozzi in the background.  Sadly, this emerged too late for the forthcoming Delaware Art Museum exhibition, which nevertheless includes a good few works that have rarely been seen since Marie's death.



copyright Delaware Art Museum 
Two more tableaux perdus are known from contemporary photographs.  Both were among Spartali's most-acclaimed works and if re-discovered will instate her fully within the Pre-Raphaelite canon, for both invoke the Italianate world inspired by the poetry of Dante and Boccaccio, showing imagined figures from that fictional world and are painted with all appropriate refinement.    That on the right depicts Fiammetta, Boccacio's inamorata, referring to his 'last sight' of her;  that below a scene from Dante's Vita Nuova, showing the poet, Eros, Beatrice and her companion Giovanna.
copyright Delaware Art Museum

A third  painting, this time known from an illustration, depicts another scene from La Vita Nuova, showing Dante overcome with emotion, trembling and faint, at the sight of Beatrice among a gathering at the house of a newly-wed couple. 

If  any of these - or any other 'missing' pictures - should come to your attention, please let us know.  It has been rewarding to reconstruct Spartali's career and start a serious assessment that takes it beyond 'talented amateur, better known as model'.  But a lot remains to be learnt and found.



More details of the  exhibition here
http://www.delart.org/exhibits/poetry-in-beauty-the-pre-raphaelite-art-of-marie-spartali-stillman/

The catalogue, Poetry in Beauty :  The Pre-Raphaelite Art of Marie Spartali Stillman
2015 [ ISBN 978-0-996-06761-4 ]  is now in production by Marquand Books for Delaware Art Museum

Sunday, 10 May 2015

'Dear Francis'



The Fortunes of Francis Barber: the true story of the Jamaican slave who became Samuel Johnson’s heir
By Michael Bundock
Yale University Press 2015

Joshua Reynolds, Samuel Johnson, 1755-6, NPG
About half way into this biography of one resident in eighteenth-century London is a glimpse of his social circle when in the early 1760s a young student called to find the famous author was away from the dingy lodgings he currently occupied.   ‘The Doctor was absent’ wrote the visitor, ‘and when Francis Barber, his black servant, his black servant, opened the door to tell me so, a group of his African countrymen were sitting round a fire in the gloomy anti-room.’ All turned to the white visitor, who was disconcerted by the sudden stares of ‘their sooty faces.’

Historians have found other, albeit fragmentary evidence of a thriving Afro-Caribbean community in Georgian Britain. ‘On Wednesday last’ reported one newspaper, fifty-seven members of a social club, ‘supped, drank and entertained themselves with dancing and music, consisting of violins, French horns and other instruments, at a public-house in Fleet Street, till four in the morning. No Whites were allowed to be present, for all the performers were Blacks’.  As well as conviviality, the community organised mutual assistance for those in need or sickness, for most were employed as domestic servants, and if left without a place could seldom claim parish relief; furthermore, the servants’ network formed the best opportunity for finding a new position.

Very little is known about these networks and clubs, so even brief glimpses are useful in figuring the diversity of London in the 1700s.    In this new book Michael Bundock pulls together all the recorded scraps of information about Francis Barber,  who stands out from his fellow-servants, male and female, by having been the protégé and eventual beneficiary of Samuel Johnson,  whose writings, lexicography and eccentric personality made him one of the celebrities of the age.  Those penning their own accounts of Johnson’s life, or their acquaintance with him, incidentally also recorded aspects of Barber’s life, which Bundock has woven together with strands of contemporary history, notably the legal cases involving the civil status of formerly enslaved Black individuals.  How were differing laws and property rights in the colonies to be reconciled with those in the metropolis?

Barber was born in Jamaica, probably in the early 1740s, probably on a plantation owned by Richard Bathurst.  His original name may have been ‘Quashey’ or Sunday-born, for a child so-called was among four slaves not sold with the plantation in 1749, and young Barber travelled to England with Bathurst the following year, to join the many other blackamoor servant boys in London.  Here he was re-named, and sent to school in north Yorkshire. In 1752 he was ‘given’ by Bathurst’s son to the recently-widowed Johnson, who to all intents and purposes adopted him, as it might be an indigent nephew.  There were more attempts at education but fairly soon Barber’s role was as house servant, answering the door, running errands, among a group of elderly dependents whom Johnson maintained partly out of charity.

In 1755 when Bathurst died, his will gave Barber ‘his freedom and twelve pounds in money’, probably the first cash the teenager had ever possessed. Aged about 15 he decamped, to work for an apothecary in Cheapside and then, to Johnson’s dismay, he joined the navy, having, in his own words, ‘an inclination to go to sea.’  (This episode incidentally coincided with time that Olaudah Equiano spent on warships as slave/servant to Lieutenant Pascal)  Barber’s naval career, chronicled in the fleet’s muster books, lasted just two years: in 1760 Johnson successfully petitioned the powers-that-be, through an elaborate system of interest and favours, to obtain his discharge.   On behalf of ‘that great Cham of Literature’, Tobias Smollett applied to the Admiralty, on the grounds that ‘our lexicographer is in great distress’ and the lad  was ‘particularly subject to a malady his throat which renders him very unfit for his majesty’s Service.’

Bundock infers that Barber returned reluctantly to Johnson’s household and this meticulous reconstruction of his career provides insight into the general experience of rootless Londoners with no family to return to, as well as the unusual relationship between two men so very different in age, background and status.  The question of race, or colour, is hard to analyse: several of Johnson’s close friends wrote insultingly about Barber, with malice that may have been augmented by their disapproval of Johnson’s legacy (in trust) for Barber; others like Boswell regarded him with apparent affection.  As Bundock explains, no very firm inferences of Barber’s opinions and emotions can be drawn from the scattered surviving hints.  At around the age of thirty he married  Elizabeth ball, whose ancestry is almost as obscure as her husband’s, and they had several children, the first (short-lived) and second sons were named Samuel, as was conventional, Johnson being Frank’s surrogate father.  They moved to Lichfield, where Francis died in 1801, retaining to the end a measure of personal celebrity as ‘Dr Johnson’s negro servant’.  

Bundock has tracked his descendants.  One born in 1930 recalls that when his father mentioned Francis, his mother would say ‘don’t talk about that Black man in front of the children’, but that he and a cousin find the ‘black roots’ in their family history fascinating and wonderful and 'very emotional.'


In a postscript, the identification of Joshua Reynolds’ heroic head study of a young Black man against blue sky and clouds as a portrait of Barber is firmly rejected in favour of the sitter being Reynolds’ own servant (name as yet unknown) as stated by the picture’s first owner.   Though good art history, this is also a pity, for there is no portrait – not even a sketch or caricature  – of Barber, to accompany this painstaking biography.


Saturday, 25 April 2015

Vernon Lee at Kelmscott House


In July 1881 the aspiring writer Vernon Lee [Violet Paget] called on the Morrises at Kelmscott House, following an invitation from Janey whom she had met through Marie Spartali in Italy.   In her characteristically catty manner she reported on house and hosts:

'The room was furnished rather like an extremely dingy sacristy with faded bits of old Italian furniture. A thickset, shockhaired, bearded man, powerful, common, rather like a railway porter or bargee & not unlike a sort of grizzled Charles Grant, was introduced to me as Mr William Morris; but as he was very busy apparently making furniture with two other men I had no opportunity of talking with him. Mrs M. had on the usual crinkled white garb with a  gold sarong around her waist or absence of waist; more beautiful and grand perhaps than in Florence.  She was very lazy and friendly & asked me to call again.'  [Vernon Lee's Letters, ed. Irene Cooper Willis 1937 p.70]

However, on her next visit a year later, she declared that
'the house is beautiful ... homely, artistic & far from any aesthetic house. Mrs M took me into a sweet garden, flowers & vegetables, they have with charming peeps of old brick, ivied houses; & gave me two blue sweet peas, just like Morris papers.' ibid p.95]

Then in 1883 Vernon Lee published Miss Brown, a novel about a barely-disguised Jane Burden Morris, who was so distressed and angry that three years later Mary Robinson was told she could not take Vernon Lee  to a grand party because it would cause 'great pain to an old and valued friend.'  Lee commented: 'This is doubtless Mrs Morris who answers exactly to the description & who has spoken in that sort of way before.  I don't at all blame her: my only vexation is that I should have caused the poor woman, whose life is far from happy, so much annoyance.' [ibid, p.221]

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

Back to the Land! in 1905





A recent visit to Letchworth to talk about May Morris took me back to a book I wrote a long time ago a book on the pastoral impulse in late nineteenth-century Britain, which naturally featured garden cities alongside rural communes, vegetarianism, new schools and much more.  See here for the Faber Finds page.

Among all the books, poems and pamphlets I read at the time, I failed to investigate the Artistic Crafts Series of Technical Handbooks  edited by W.R.Lethaby, a chief Arts and Crafts figure.  Or I would surely have cited this passage, which comes in the middle of  Christopher Whall’s textbook ‘for students and workers’ on Stained Glass Work, published in 1905.  Following 15 chapters on technical matters like cutting, painting, staining, leading, fixing etc., comes one on Colour, which itself then bursts into impassioned protest that reads as a prelude to Howards End:

“I have tried to show you one side by speaking of a little part of what may be seen and felt on a  spring morning, along a ridge of untouched hills in ‘pleasant Hertfordshire’, west of the road between Welwyn and Hitchin: if you want to see the other side of things ride across to Buntingford, and take the train back up the Lea Valley.  Look at Stratford (and smell it) and imagine it spreading, as no doubt it will, where its outposts of oil-mill and factory have already led the way, and think of the valley full up with slums, from Lea Bridge to Ponders End!  For the present writer can remember – and that not half a lifetime back – Edmonton and Tottenham, Brondesbury and Upton Park, sweet country villages where quiet people lived and farmed and gardened amidst the orchards, fields and hawthorn lanes.
Here now live, in mile after mile of jerry-building, the ‘hands’ who, never taught any craft or work worthy of a man, spend their lives in some little single operation that, as it happens, no machine has yet been invented to perform; month after month, year after year, painting, let us say, endless repeats of one pattern to use as they are required for the borders of pious windows in the churches of this land.
This is ‘the other side of things’ , much commended by what is looked on as ‘robust common sense’; and with this you have – nothing to do.  Your place is elsewhere, and if it needs be that it seems an isolated one, you must bear it and accept it.  Nature and your craft will solve all; live in them, bathe in them to the lips; and let nothing tempt you away from them to measure things by the standard of the mart.
Let us go back to our sunny hillside. ‘It is good for us to be here’, for this also is holy ground; and you must indeed be amongst such things if you would do stained-glass, for you will never learn all the joy of it in a dusty shop.
“So hard to get out of London?”
But get a bicycle then; - only sit upright on it and go slow – and get away from these bricks and mortar, to where we can see things like these! Those dandelions and daisies against the deep, green grass; the blazing candle of sycamore buds against the purple haze of the oak; and those willows like puffs of grey smoke where the stream winds. Did you ever? No, you never!  Well – do it then!”