Maxfield Parrish – Lady Ursula Kneeling before Pompdebile – from The Knave of Hearts – 1924
Beaten
Reward
Maxfield Parrish – Garden of Allah – 1918
Just because it’s cool- view full-screen!
Dark
Maxfield Parrish – Moonlight – 1932
Cad
Ecstasy
Maxfield Parrish – Ecstasy
Grand
Maxfield Parrish – Grand Canyon – 1902
Today in 1926 Marylin Monroe was born. Nice looking lady, but, as a kid, I never got all the fuss about her…
…because my young heart had been captured by a contemporary of hers, named Lauren Bacall.
Hubba. Hubba.
Maxfield Parrish Week at TechnoChitlins
Wikipedia:
Maxfield Parrish (July 25, 1870 – March 30, 1966) was an American painter and illustrator active in the first half of the 20th century. He is known for his distinctive saturated hues and idealized neo-classical imagery.
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he was the son of painter and etcher Stephen Parrish. He began drawing for his own amusement as a child. His given name was Frederick Parrish, but he later adopted the maiden name of his paternal grandmother, Maxfield, as his middle name, and later as his professional name. His father was an engraver and landscape artist, and young Parrish’s parents encouraged his talent.
He attended the Haverford School, Haverford College, and the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, and later at Drexel Institute of Art, Science & Industry. But he was also exposed to the landscapes, art, and architecture of Europe in his youth. During a stay in Europe with his parents during 1894-96, Parrish studied at the Paris school of a Dr. Kornemann, and in the summer of 1895 he traveled to London and Brussels. During 1901-02, he journeyed through parts of the American Southwest, said to have influenced his sense of the color possibilities of natural landscapes (he visited Colorado again in 1920). In 1903 he traveled to Italy to study the scenery and architecture as research for a commission, and while in Europe he once again visited Paris.
Parrish entered into an artistic career that lasted for more than half a century, and which helped shape the Golden Age of illustration and the future of American visual arts.
It was really hard to find good hi-res examples of this guy’s artwork- it is mostly hidden behind paywalls and such. But the next few pics are a pretty good representation, I think.
Large & Small
Ivan Aivazovsky – The Ninth Wave -1850
Aweigh
Ivan Aivazovsky – Lunar Night on Capri – 1841
Breaking
Ivan Aivazovsky – Exchange of Peterburg – 1847
At Rest
Ivan Aivazovsky – The Bay Golden Horn – 1845
Dover Beach – A poem by Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; – on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Matthew Arnold 1849
Not Jupiter
Ivan Aivazovsky – Neapolitan Lighthouse — 1842
