Showing posts with label William Maw Egley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Maw Egley. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 January 2018

William Maw Egley

Today's post is borne out of my desire to know more about a painter with whom I am familiar but I know practically nothing about.  When I did my degree, about a thousand years ago, one of my set books was on Mid-Victorian Britain and the front cover image was this...

Omnibus Life in London (1859)
Here we have the interior of an omnibus, a large horse-drawn carriage, ferrying people about in London.  People of differing backgrounds are forced to sit together, and attempt to not look at their companions.  A young mother has two ringleted moppets at various stages of 'flop', an elderly lady seems to be lost in thought while looking at them and a well-dressed young woman is attempting to get in (the best of luck to her).  This print, amusing and accurate, was very popular and became an engraving for the London Illustrated News.  However, that is going ahead of ourselves.  Let's go back to the beginning and find out more about the artist, William Maw Egley...

Georgiana Sophia, Lady Burghley William Egley
Before William Maw Egley, there was William Egley Snr, a successful miniaturist painter from Doncaster.  He had rebelled against his father's wishes and not become a bookseller, rather taking up his passion for painting and making a career for himself.  He was a jovial chap, good with children which made him much in demand for child portraits. He seems to have become a Quaker when he married his first wife, Sarah, in Norfolk in 1825.  Their only son, William Maw Egley was born and christened a Quaker in 1826, recorded by the Society of Friends in Paddington where the Egley family lived.

Lilies
William Maw Egley started painting at the age of 14 under his father's tutelage. He moved on to work for William Powell Frith, a member of a group of painters called 'The Clique'.  The Clique were a band of young artists (sound familiar) who rejected the old ways of the Academy and made new, contemporary art.  The group consisted of Richard Dadd, Augustus Egg, Alfred Elmore and other artists you probably have heard of but are just before the Pre-Raphaelites.  They loathed the Pre-Raphaelites, incidentally, in the marvellously predictable way that rebels always loath younger rebels.  Anyway, Frith, despite running two households and two families (naughty boy), employed William Maw Egley to paint his backgrounds.

Prospero and Miranda (1850)
Maw Egley's early work is on literary subjects and he had an obsession with costume, which is always exquisite in his paintings.  He made a special study of children's clothing which seemed a bit odd until I read how popular his father was as a children's portraitist so possibly he was encouraged by his father.  A very odd story I read about William Maw Egley was that he was the creator of the very first Christmas card.  Now, this is obviously not true, but for decades this story seemed to reoccur in the newspapers, almost every Christmas, until the 1970s.  


It was thought that teenage Egley designed a card for his family in 1842 (as the young tend to do in their spare time) and shows various Christmas-y activities with Columbine and Harlequin in the centre. In the right-hand corner is Egley's signature and a rather ambiguous date which was assumed to be 1842 (a year before Sir Henry Cole's Christmas card).  However, one learned art historian managed to uncover the truth by rigorous research (by which I mean they took it out of the frame and turned it over) and it was actually dated 1848.  Anyway, Maw Egley holds the slightly less exciting accomplishment of second Christmas card ever.

"Hullo Largesse!" A Harvest Scene in Norfolk (1861)
Those of you who have watched the film Akenfield will no doubt be shouting 'Largesse!' at this point as these charming villagers are calling in the harvest.  As his mother came from Norfolk, it is possible that Egley was familiar with this sort of celebration and this is possibly a recognisable place.  In the 1860s, Egley adopted an easier, romantic, more commercial subject, often touching on the eighteenth century.  Whilst he didn't become a massive success, he started to do moderately well.  However, it's in his awkward, intense earlier work that I find the most enjoyment.

The Lady of Shalott (1858)
This is a particularly apt picture to show as it is an example of how Egley is familiar but just not the person you think of first.  His 'Lady of Shalott' crops up when you start talking about Pre-Raphaelite-esque depictions of Tennyson's poem but he gets lost in the Waterhouse deluge.  It has much to recommend it - look at the window in the back of the image, with those tiny lead cells, and that mirror above the frame where she was working.  Our little blonde lady is clutching her heart as she stares at her fatal attraction both as a symbol of love and also her now progressing death.  The stonework is gorgeous.

The Talking Oak (1857)
Another Tennyson subject is The Talking Oak, with the lovely Olivia hugging the tree (who wishes he was a younger, smaller tree so she could get her arms around him).  I am oddly reminded of Mr and Mrs Andrews by Gainsborough because of the way the figure and the tree are shoved over to the left and the beautiful swell of countryside dominates our view.

Just as the Twig is Bent, the Tree's Inclined (1861)

Just as the Twig is Bent, the Tree's Inclined (1861)
These two are my favourite of Maw Egley's works as they are marvellously gossipy and show how Blondie becomes a prize flirt at the expense of her brunette sibling.  It's all very ambiguous in whether it's a good thing that Blondie neglected her studies, but we all know that girls who read don't get the boys and will remain reflected in their miserable corner.  Well, we've all learned something today.

Music Hath its Charms (Coming Events Cast Their Shadow) (Military Aspirations) (1861)
Marvellous.  I saw this one with alternative titles which mean something no doubt.  Do we assume that the girl at the front is unaware of how much the little boy wants her attention?  She is sort of the opposite of Blondie who could not be doing more to get her chap's attention.  Do we also assume that our little boy is going to grow up to be a soldier?  Please can someone tell me who the handsome chap on the wall is, but I'm guessing he is a war hero - is it Nelson or Wellington or someone?  This is what I have Mr Walker for, he knows that sort of thing.  Anyway, Egley's oddness did not endear him to the painting-buying market and he never made it as a massively successful artist.  When he died, he left only £125 and no longer lived in his own home, staying with relatives.  It would be nice to know a little more about him and to see him paintings together again in a retrospective.  

After all, he was the man who missed the posting date for the first ever Christmas card...

Sunday, 5 June 2011

The Endymion Tennyson: Full Page Fabulous





And here we are once more.  So, we have covered the little title images and the random motifs, but as you flick through the Endymion Tennyson, the things that really take your breath away are the densely illustrated full page images, for example...



This accompanies 'St Agnes’ Eve', a short poem about a nun wishing to die and join God, her ‘husband’ in heaven.  Brickdale incorporates the last four lines of the first stanza and a thick border or entwined snowdrops, with a small image of a praying nun in the centre. 

Brickdale does very good borders in her illustrations, sometimes, as in the case of St Agnes above, they take up almost as much space as the pictures themselves, but they always add something extra to the picture, for example…

 
I love the acorns, so simply and neatly drawn, in curving pairs. The Talking Oak was one of the first of the poems where I thought ‘Oh, I know of a painting of that!’ namely this one, by William Maw Egley:

The Talking Oak (1857) William Maw Egley
 
Both illustrate the moment when the young daughter from Sumner Place steals out to hug the oak (who turns out to be a kiss-and-tell), but Brickdale shows the girls sleeping at the foot of the tree, just before the Oak drops an acorn (his best acorn, mark you) on her, because she made his sap rise.  Yes, I think it’s best to move on…


 
Fair Rosamund (1861) D G Rossetti
Ahh, Fair Rosamund from 'A Dream of Fair Women'.  She is a Stunner, is she not?  Rather than have her waiting in her secret lovenest, like Rossetti, about to be killed, Brickdale has her looking paranoid in the wood wishing she had been born ugly and poor (Don't we all, Love?).  I like the little touch of the rose, echoing her name and the sweetpeas climbing from the title.
 
While we are on the subject of Rossetti Stunners, here is Brickdale’s illustration for The Gardener’s Daughter, together with Rossetti’s image of the subject.

Marigolds or The Gardener's Daughter (1874) D G Rossetti
 
'Mariana' in her moated grange, high up like Rapunzel, presents a fairly bleak picture of despair, different to Millais’ blue-dressed beauty or Henrietta Rae’s equally bored young lady.

Mariana (1851) John Everett Millais


















Mariana Henrietta Rae
 
Brickdale’s ability to approach the subject in a different way is most apparent in her illustration for ‘The May Queen’.  It is a strange poem where a young woman becomes Queen of the May and then dies in the next year.  For most of the illustrations and pictures I can find on the subject, artists concentrate on moments rather than try and show the whole story at once, so you get ‘beautiful young woman’ pictures like…



















Yes, yes, very lovely, lots of blossoms and lovely ladies.  However, good old Brickdale goes the extra mile and crams the entire story in one picture:


This has a marvellous ‘oh I’m pretty’ then ‘oh, I’m dead’ structure with flowers and crowns.  The poem has a theme of the folly of adulation and the two pictures mirror this, showing a girl being admired by others, then buried by them, her fame as brief lived as the flowers she is so closely linked with in all the pictures.


 
The illustrations seem to presume knowledge of the poems and are not just pretty pictures for the sake of it.  A good example of this is ‘Oenone’, the deserted wife of Paris, who dies of a broken heart (taking her time about it, it’s quite a long poem).  The illustration is the three goddesses awaiting the judgement of the errant Paris.  Interestingly, the fruits around the border are grapes not apples, but this ties in with her name being linked to 'the gift of wine'.

 
The one of the pictures for ‘Maud’, above, always reminded me of Madox Brown’s Stages of Cruelty, which would fit well with Maud’s icy nature.  It also echoes The Proscribed Royalist by Millais and has a quite early Pre-Raphaelite feel to it in composition.  

The Proscribed Royalist J E Millais
Stages of Cruelty (sketch) Ford Madox Brown













I suppose there are only so many ways you can show sneaky hand-kissing...moving on.


While looking for comparative illustrations for Tennyson's poems, the work I was surprised to find a lot of pictures for was ‘Lady Clare’.  For example…

Lady Clare (1857) Elizabeth Siddal

Lady Clare (1900) J W Waterhouse



















Two diverse works, yet springing from the same movement.  Waterhouse’s Lady Clare also has the white hart, like Brickdale’s, but shares the graphic design of Siddal's background.  Being more familiar with the images than the poem, especially the Waterhouse, I never realised how at odds with the title her mode of dress is, but the humble dress of the woman who believed herself 'Lady' Clare only to find herself a pauper foreshadows the acceptance of her lover even when poor.  The pure white hart stands not only for their love but for her worth as a person separate from the money and lands she was thought to have owned.  Siddal's Lady is the 'before' picture, while her clothes are still rich and she is begged not to tell her beloved that she is poor, but both Waterhouse and Brickdale go with the 'after' Clare, poor but honest.  I love that Waterhouse has Clare sporting a small handbag, because now that she's poor she doesn't need a big one anymore....

Well, we've reached the conclusion of my three-day EFB extravaganza, and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.  I will no doubt talk to you all again in a day or so, and will leave you with a final image...