Wistful landscapes of a forever gone America. Ralph Albert Blakelock, artist (1847-1919). Romanticist in a Tonalism style.
Month: March 2019
Rooms to dream over at the hairdresser’s that sing Art Deco, making you want to toss everything and redo in the latest style. Plates from the publication “Une Ambassade Francaise” from the Exposition Internationale des Arts Decoratifs et Industriels Modernes, held in Paris in 1925. Charles Moreau, publisher.
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Several images but in many ways this is the most wonderful. It shows Henry VII of England and his three surviving children grieving for the death in childbirth of Queen Elizabeth of York when her son, the future Henry VIII, was only 11. Henry can be seen dressed in green sobbing into his mother’s bed at the upper left with his sisters Princesses Mary and Margaret below.
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Last post in this books of hours series. A new spring series starting a week from today. Sarah.
Victorian tile with flowers and fish to liven up your foyer. Why have boring red or gray when you could have a party on the floor. Made by Maw and Company, Benthall Works, Brosley, England. Collection of the National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne.
Textiles with a bit of a Constructivist kick. Russian. Varvara Stepanova, 20th century designer. Also designed sportwear and taught textile design at Vkhutemas in Moscow.
Heading for the beach with American Impressionist Edward Henry Potthast. Living from 1857 to 1927. Studying art in America and then Europe he is best known for his paintings of people having fun.
Leaves from the sketchbook of William Wadsworth who designed for Minton in the early days of the last century. ca. 1911. Taken from the Minton Archives, Stoke-upon-Trent, England.
An envisioning . . . 1950 and the American Embassy in Tokyo after the war . . .
Oh to be here.
Japan in spring and cherry blossoms everywhere like the pink eiderdown in the nursery in Anacortes with its pink tufts. Twigs that stick out instead of goose feathers.
Father a fisherman but Mother collecting goose feathers and down on every outing to anywhere. Money saved and an eiderdown to sell perpetually in the quilting frame that got pulled up to the living room ceiling every night during fishing season. During the winter when Father was around not so much. No, the thread ends and bits that wafted down drove him crazy. Enough white water spray up in the Arctic, he said, with no need for a thread variety the rest of the time.
But a happy life with much joy and a shore to sit on. Different now. An important husband met at the university and a different life with dreams of living fish leaping onto wooden decks instead of ones on platters for dinner.
But some of it not as fun. Big dinners and piers to visit in summer. But not like the one in Venice with the aquarium and the dolphins that swam in a circle. Grandparents that lived five blocks away and visit after visit week after week until it was time for school and to wait for the fleet to return.
Not perfect, no, but close. The same ticket lady, the one who went to church with Grandmother and let everyone have a second free turn every other week. A treat it was. Nothing like that free now but who knew that then . . . a blessing to remember and something to never forget.
More vases, these of a Fabergé sort from the open collections of the Cleveland Museum of Art.
Teapots in different bright colors to make anyone’s tea taste more delightful. American Art Deco. Made in the 1930’s by the Fraunfelter China Company of Ohio to sit on restaurant tables.
