|Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, 1885-86|
I've always thought you could breathe in the scent of this painting, the roses and lilies and spicy carnations. Sargent used to throw down his tennis racquet as soon the light began to fade on late summer evenings, painting for as long as the twilight lasted ...
The little girls were bribed to pose with lots of sweets.
The NPG's Sargent exhibition is a delight - especially when twilight fell, about 5pm, and there was hardly anyone left in the gallery. I retraced my steps and was able to look at all my favourites quite alone.
|Édouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron, 1881|
The children look ... suspicious? discomfiting? resentful? or just plain bored? There were 83 sittings for this portrait and rows about their clothes and the little girl's hair.
And maman - see below - looks rather fierce.
|Madame Édouard Pailleron, 1879|
There was the gynaecologist with the very long fingers ... can't you imagine his bedside manner? Or would you prefer not to?
|Dr Pozzi At Home, 1881|
OOhh, it's Fifty Shades and the red room of pain. (And no, I haven't seen it. Have you?)
I can't help thinking that Sargent was winding him up- and that Dr P was too vain to get it.
|Vernon Lee, 1881|
I felt a bit guilty standing in front of her, staring ... how she would hate it, if only she knew.