There’s a horror that sets in just before a new beginning. It can cripple you. The key is to understand the process. Like everything else in life, there are stages. First there’s fear. It is a cold fear that paralyzes. Dive into it with a rush, it is like plunging deep into freezing water…
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I receive many positive emails through this blog because, for the most part, people in the world are great. The negative ones stand out, though, and occasionally eat at me. In a recent message, someone (I assume not a regular reader of this blog) questioned my feminism because I am devoted to Pre-Raphaelite art….
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When I was fifteen years old, my father taught me how to drive. I was eager yet scared; I couldn’t believe that I had actually passed the test to get my learner’s permit. Dad wanted to give me ample opportunity to practice before beginning Driver’s Ed at school so we drove together often. He’d…
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Since it is now the beginning of Summer, Sweet Summer by John William Waterhouse seems a fitting painting to contemplate. Reclining in the grass, a beautiful woman relaxes next to a cool fountain on what is a presumably hot summer day. Her fan lies unused next to her while her hand lightly holds a rose….
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Jane Morris was swept into the Pre-Raphaelite world at age eighteen. She was La Belle Iseult to William Morris, who declared “I cannot paint you; but I love you”. Then she was Pandora, Mnemosyne, Astarte Syriaca and other assorted goddesses to Dante Gabriel Rossetti. And years later, after the Pre-Raphaelite bloom had faded from her…
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Our local library has an annual fund raising sale. There are literally thousands of donated books and the sale is so popular that a few regulars camp out overnight in order to be the first in line. It’s a dream come true for a book lover. The first year I went, I pushed my one…
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Pre-Raphaelite art has its critics. I feel like many of them don’t actually look at the paintings or consider an artist’s individual work. They give it a cursory glance, assume that it’s all sentimentality and languorous women and then promptly dismiss it. A similar reaction takes place when people think of mythic fiction and fantasy,…
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Today I contemplate the floating head of Orpheus. Proper blog post forthcoming, but in the meantime I am pondering myth, beauty and violence. Just like real life, the beautiful and the grotesque often coincide.
About a year ago, I was lucky enough to acquire a two volume set of The Life and Letters of Sir John Everett Millais, written by his son in 1898. It’s a beautiful set that I’ve longed to own, but was unable to give it the attention it deserves as my husband was still recuperating…
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Recently I did an interview with a beautiful French online magazine, Les Editions du Faune. While it is a French publication, they have published it in both English and French, so there’s no need to use your browser to translate. It was great fun, a lovely interview, and I’m grateful to Fanny Se for…
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My moods are tied to the weather, a fact about myself that I relish. I can instantly be cheered by a simple breeze or a bright blue sky. This is why Autumn is my favorite season, there is something magical about the smell of the wind. But, at least where I live, we are entering…
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I am surfacing. I apologize for my silence and lack of posting. For the past couple of weeks, we’ve been coming to terms with the fact that my husband is going to continue to be hospitalized at least until mid-March with osteomyelitis, a bone infection. So, I’ve been adapting to life with three children while…
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My husband is in the hospital again. Still dealing with the repercussions from his accident last May. It’s more serious this time. An infection has spread to the bone. Let me use the technical term, just so I can feel the weight of it: Osteomyelitis. It’s serious and scary, but we are remaining hopeful and…
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I am exhausted. On a whim, I decided to paint my living area and kitchen red. I’ve always wanted red walls. I think they are bold and artistic and for me it represents a creative outlook that I’m trying to indulge in my life. But, good grief does my back ache right now. I am…
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There is a wealth of possibility in beginnings, especially the beginning of a new year. Since I see beginnings as positive, I think it’s dreadful if we add anything negative to that. I never form New Year’s Resolutions that have anything to do with subtraction. No eating less, no shedding pounds, no pining or wishing…
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This blog generates a lot of email. I try my best, but I can’t always answer it all. Often I will receive an email that I don’t have time to answer that very moment, but as I continue with my day I will mentally compose a reply, usually a great reply. Later I will embarrassingly realize…
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If you are reading Mortal Love along with us, you may have noticed that part one of the book is titled The Green Girl. It strikes me as such a perfect phrase when dealing with anything that even remotely alludes to the Pre-Raphaelites. This post isn’t really about Mortal Love, I’ll save that for later….
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I’m lucky enough to have regular readers here at Pre-raphaelite Sisterhood and several lovely followers on the accompanying Facebook page. The Facebook page has been convenient for me, especially since my daily schedule has been different over the summer and I haven’t posted as much here as I would have liked. Plus, the facebook page…
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I see the world with a Pre-Raphaelite eye. I can’t help myself. Things happen and Pre-Raphaelite images will pop into my head without warning. Or a passage I’ve read will suddenly be there, rewritten in my mind. When I first saw the Prisoner Zero episode of Doctor Who, when everyone else was probably thinking “get…
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I want to thank you all. I rarely post anything personal here since I don’t want to deviate from the subject of this site. Anything not related to Pre-Raphaelite art will clutter things and it’s very important to me that this blog is interesting and useful to you. However, I have to tell you how…
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First, a personal update: I mentioned in my last post that my husband was involved in a motorcycle accident. Unfortunately his injuries are more serious than previously thought. He’s crushed most of the bones in his foot and ankle, requires multiple surgeries, and will lose some motion. All of this happened while our son (age…
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I’m still reading Sidonia the Sorceress and am actually surprised at how much I’m enjoying it. I spent most of the weekend reading and jotting down a few notes for a future blog post. And then the unthinkable happened. Sunday night, my husband had a horrible wreck on his motorcycle. I’m grateful for the neighbors…
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