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Catching Up On Book Reviews!

The middle sister in a celebrated artistic dynasty, Daphne du Maurier is one of the master storytellers of our time, author of REBECCA, JAMAICA INN and MY COUSIN RACHEL . Her success and fame were enhanced by films of her novels and horrifying short stories, Don′t Look Now and the unforgettable The Birds among them. But this fame overshadowed her sisters Angela and Jeanne, a writer and an artist of talent, living quiet lives even more unconventional than Daphne′s own. In this group biography they are considered side by side, as they were in life, three sisters brought up in the hothouse of a theatrical family with a peculiar and powerful father. This family dynamic reveals the hidden lives of Piffy, Bird & Bing , full of social non-conformity, creative energy and compulsive make-believe, their lives as psychologically complex as a Daphne du Maurier plotline. My Thoughts Being an admirer of Daphne du Maurier's writing, having read her books, and treasured the

Queen Victoria: (Alexandrina Victoria; 24 May 1819 – 22 January 1901)

Alexandrina Victoria was born to the Duke and Duchess of Kent on 24th of May in 1819. Here are just some photographs and paintings representing moments in her life....   Duke of Kent, Queen Victoria's father   Duchess of Kent, Queen Victoria's mother                                                                    'Look at her well, for she will be Queen of England' (Victoria's parents) This portrait has two painters named as the source: A portrait of Princess Victoria as a small girl with her mother, Victoria, Duchess of Kent, c.1824. This portrait was painted by the artist Henry Bone (1755-1834) and was acquired by Queen Victoria c.1861. Also, a portrait painted by William Beechey.   Baby Victoria (no information provided) Princess Victoria, age four, by Stephen Poyntz Denning Princess Victoria by Henry Collen, 1836, Watercolor on ivory laid on card at the Royal Collection Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II Queen Victori

John Singer Sargent (American,1856–1925) - An American in Europe

I wanted to highlight some of the paintings of one of America's premiere portrait painter's, Mr. John Singer Sargent whose watercolors are on view currently at the Brooklyn Museum.I can't wait to go and see these beautiful paintings in person.  I will link to this exhibit at the end of this post. John Singer Sargent in his studio with his portrait of Madame X behind him. Archived Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City Sargent was born to American parents from Philadelphia,Pennsylvania, and spent most of his life in Europe. He was trained in 1873-4 at the Accademia di Belle Arti in Florence, Italy, and until the end of World War I he spent much of his career in Italy, traveling to Capri, Rome, Florence, Siena, and especially Venice. He spent his last decade on commissions for murals; he did not travel to Italy again. The foremost Anglo-American portrait painter of his time, John Singer Sargent based his career in Paris and London, although he made sev

G.F. Watts at Little Holland House: The Bohemian Years (1850-1904) Part II

Little Holland House It seems that Sara Prinsep was looking for a larger house to entertain her friends during her literary salons. When she mentioned this in passing to Watts, he remembered that just a few days prior, Lord Holland had invited him to stay at his ‘ Little House’ for a few days. Watts wanted to but knew he could never afford it. So, he introduced Sara and her husband Thoby Prinsep to Lord Holland who showed the couple around. Little Holland House was a rambling gabled house in an idyllic rural setting, with lawns and stately arching trees, located just off Kensington High Street. Two miles from Hyde Park Corner, the house suited Sara perfectly. The Prinsep’s signed a twenty-one year lease for two hundred pounds per annum on Christmas Day 1850. What was supposed to be a three day stay for Watts, in the New Year, turned out to be a close to thirty year stay… thus beginning ‘the Bohemian years!’    Watts was right on all fronts. It seems that Little Holla