In the Artist's Studio

Photo care of LIFE Magazine

In the Artist's Studio

One face looks out from all his canvases,

One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:

We found her hidden just behind those screens,

That mirror gave back all her loveliness.

A queen in opal or in ruby dress,

A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,

A saint, an angel -- every canvas means

The same one meaning, neither more nor less.

He feeds upon her face by day and night,

And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:

Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;

Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

I've just been musing on poor Lizzie Siddal the last few days.  A fine example, if ever there was one, of the emotional torment and strain of being a Muse.

 

 

 

 

Nomenus Quarterly

This is a gorgeous publication:



And the Dries Van Noten Editorial in the most recent edition is exceptionally gorgeous: ( Photos Under the Cut )