The Personification of Love

Today I have been pondering allegories of love in art.  Namely, the choices artists make when representing the concept of Love in physical form.  It is usually male and I assume that the root of this lies in Greek myths of Eros, god of love, or his Roman counterpart, Cupid.  Seen above is Hope Comforting Love in Bondage by Sidney Harold Meteyard, a work I find incredibly moving.

While many today think of Cupid as a roly-poly baby seen on Valentine cards, his importance is mentioned in The Birds by Aristophenes:

“In the vast hollows of Erebus first of all black-winged Night, alone, brought forth an egg, from which Eros, the desirable burst forth like a swift whirlwind, his back glistening with golden wings.  He mingled in broad Tartarus with Chaos, winged and dark as night, and hatched our race of birds and first led it to light. There was no race of immortals before Eros caused all things to mingle. From the mingling of couples, Uranus, Oceanus, Ge, and the immortal race of all the blessed gods came into being.”

So, according to Aristophenes, Eros holds an important place in this creation myth.  Which makes perfect sense to me that Love should appear to be at the root of all things  as a powerful presence. Where Chaos existed, Love was a unifying force in creating harmony and balance.  (The Beatles were right.  Love is all you need.)

‘Love Leading the Pilgrim’, Sir Edward Burne-Jones

An image of Love that I find quite striking is Love in Autumn by Simeon Solomon in 1866.  No happy-go-lucky cherub, this is the Love that perseveres in the midst of desolate winds.


G.F. Watts portrays Love in his painting Love and Death.  

Death = fully clothed adult whose face we can not see. (You don’t the face of death until it is too late, you know.)
Love = nude, vulnerable, and fully exposed


When Love and Death was first exhibited in the Grosvenor Gallery in 1877, it was reviewed by Oscar Wilde:
‘a large painting, representing a marble doorway, all overgrown with white-starred jasmine and sweet briar rose. Death a giant form, veiled in grey draperies, is passing in with inevitable and mysterious power, breaking through all the flowers. One foot is already on the threshold, and one relentless hand is “tended, while Love, a beautiful boy with lithe brown limbs and rainbow coloured wings, all shrinking like a crumpled leaf, is trying, with vain hands, to bar the entrance. A little dove, undisturbed by the agony of the terrible conflict, waits patiently at the foot of the steps for her playmate, but will wait in vain, for though the face of death is hidden from us, yet we can see from the terror in the boy’s eyes and quivering lips, that Medusa-like, this grey phantom turns all it looks upon to stone; and the wings of love are rent and crushed.’ (Source)

Anna Lea Merritt also portrays Love as a boy who looks roughly the same age as the boy in Watts’ Love and Death.  Merritt conceived the idea of Love Locked Out as a sculpture for her husband’s grave but, lacking the funds, she painted it instead.  Describing her concept of the work, she said “In my thought the closed door is the door of the tomb…I feared people liked it as a symbol of forbidden love, while my love was waiting for the door of death to open and the reunion of the lonely pair.”


The Uninvited Guest is a work that I find touching and beautiful, but I confess that the title confuses me.  I assume Love would be an invited and welcome guest to any wedding? Or perhaps Love is not what the title is referencing.  At any rate, it is a gorgeous example of Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale at her best.


In Love and the Maiden by John Roddam Spencer-Stanhope, a maiden sits alone and separate from the other maidens seen in the background.  Love is close by with his bow and arrow.  Is it that he senses her loneliness?  As an occasional introvert myself, I can’t bring myself to assume that she’s lonely simply because she chose to not join the others.  Perhaps Love is drawn to her quiet contemplation, realizing that since she has the strength to break away and be alone when she needs to be, she is now ready to welcome Love in her life.  Maybe he is giving her a choice.


I’ve mentioned several times on this site that I adore Evelyn De Morgan’s work because she uses allegory well. (See The Captives,  Painting the Soul, and The Gilded Cage.) Her images of Love are especially captivating to me.

‘Love’s Passing’, Evelyn De Morgan
‘Venus and Cupid’, Evelyn De Morgan.  I love the seashells strewn at their feet, symbolizing the birth of Venus.
‘Love the Misleader’, Evelyn De Morgan

When I think of personifications of Love, images of Cupid and Psyche flit through my mind.  It’s one of my favorite myths and I think Sir Edward Burne-Jones depicted them beautifully.   He created several images of the pair, which you can see in the post Painting the Soul.

‘Cupid Delivering Psyche’, Sir Edward Burne-Jones

Stories about love have existed since man started to craft tales. Is it cliche to feel that it may be at the root of everything?  Love touches all areas of our lives in a myriad of ways. The ancient Greeks recognized several types of love and I think it is useful to understand the differences. We all have our devastating love stories, but hopefully we each have thrilling and beautiful love experiences too. Each help us grow. Love itself can be so all-encompassing that to use allegory as a way break it down and process it is useful and healing. As always, it is my firm belief that art and literature helps us navigate our emotional lives in positive ways.  For me, love is no different.

Hope Nourishes Love (detail), 1769, Jean-Jacques Caffieri. J. Paul Getty Museum.


“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream



4 thoughts on “The Personification of Love”

  1. I think the message of the Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale picture is that she has married for wealth and social position, rather than love; the thorns catching on her wedding dress imply that this is going to turn out not to have been a good idea. It’s funny that this image, with the right-hand side cropped, is a popular wedding congratulations card.

    • Thank you, Simon! That makes sense and I appreciate the work more now. I think it is a funny image to choose for a congratulations card.

  2. I had a similar thought – that the bride will fall in love with someone other than the man she married, not something anyone wanted to happen. Love was not invited to this wedding, the way the dark faery godmother isn’t invited to babies’ christenings in faerie tales. The dark faeries come to the party anyway, and usually to get revenge for being neglected. So marrying without love can invite love to ‘get revenge’ by shooting his love arrows when you least expect it. The love figure in the painting does love a bit dour.


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