Because some frilly colour is exactly what I need after a whole string of grey days!
Another birthday! This time to the original hipster, Lord Byron. Here, from one of my favourite poems of his, Apostrophe to the Ocean.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Happy birthday to perhaps my favourite ever artist. There are so many artists that I do love and depending on the moment I could pick any of a handful as my MOST favourite, but Sargent has held a special and enduring place in my heart.
A few months ago William Joyce (another wonderful artist!) posted a series on Instagram about his character Jack Frost. He wrote that “… he made the acquaintance of various artists and intellectuals of the Belle Epoque. The poet Rimbaud, Whistler, Sargent, Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, and Poe all found the company of this ‘young Mr Frost’ to be both memorable and haunting.”
So here is a quick little watercolour of Jack as Sargent might have painted him..