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Montag, 22. Januar 2024

Manon Lescaut with Illustration by ALASTAIR


 Hans Henning Otto Harry Baron von Voigt (20 October 1887 – 30 October 1969), best known by his nickname Alastair, was a German artist, composer, dancer, mime, poet, singer and translator.

Hans Henning Baron von Voight was born of German nobility in Karlsruhe. In his youth he joined a circus and learned mime. Shortly after leaving school he studied philosophy at Marburg University where he met the writer Boris Pasternak. He was self-taught as an artist, and he was also a proficient dancer and pianist.

He died in Munich in 1969.

He is best known as an illustrator, under the pen name "Alastair". His career as an artist was launched in 1914, when John Lane published Forty-Three Drawings by Alastair.

His drawings, which are often decadent in spirit and have the look of Art Nouveau, are influenced somewhat by the drawings of the English artist Aubrey Beardsley, who illustrated works by Oscar Wilde, as Alastair would later do. His ‘serpentine line’ often depicts characters whose outlines are lightly drawn with the main areas filled in with ‘broken dotted lines’. His drawings were in black and white ink, sometimes with one colour added. Alastair's illustrations show a strong influence from the Decadent movement in art and poetry that had begun decades earlier, with the "perverse and sinister] a recurring theme. Intricate decorative elements and fine detail are apparent in his works.

Alastair’s fame spread in 1920 with the publication of Wilde's The Sphinx, which contained ten full-page illustrations by him, ‘printed in black and turquoise’.[2]: 12  Many of his drawings were inspired by the poems of Wilde, and in 1922 Alastair would illustrate a book of Wilde’s play Salome.






THE YOUNG LOVERS
Frontispiece




DEPARTURE




AT THE PLAY



THE CLOSE GATE



THE PASSIONATE EMBRACE






CHAMBER MUSIC



THE MESSAGE



DISAGREEMENT


                                                         THE SAD JOURNEY


THE END



Freitag, 19. Januar 2024

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT: SALAMMBÓ Illustrations de ALFRED LOMBARD

 Alfred Lombard, né à Marseille le , et mort à Toulon le , est un peintre français.






















Dienstag, 16. Januar 2024

DORA BY JOHANNA SPYRI ILLUSTRATIONS BY MARIA L. KIRK

 Maria Louise Kirk (21 June 1860 – 21 June 1938), usually credited as M. L. Kirk or Maria L. Kirk, was an American painter and illustrator of more than fifty books, most of them for children.





BEFORE CLOSING HER LITTLE WINDOW SHE ALWAYS GAZED OUT AT THE SKY    

 


 

SHE HAD BEEN LOST  IN EVERYTHING SHE HAD PARTLY SEEN AND HEARD
 
 
 
BEFORE JUL COULD PREVENT IT HE WAS PULLED OFF HIS CHAIR
 
 
COME, I'LL SAY IT AND YOU MUST LEARN IT BY HEART
 


"DO YOU THINK  IT WAS A LITTLE RABBIT THAT MADE THE NOISE?" ASKED WILLI, FRIGHTENED


 
DORA MARCHED BEHIND WITH A WAX TAPER AND SOME CIGARS


 

"I SUPPOSE IT IS PATRIMONY, MY SON," SAID MR. TITUS, PATTING ROLF'S SHOULDER


 
DORA AND PAULA RETURNED TOTHE GARDEN ARM IN ARM SINGING GAILY


Freitag, 12. Januar 2024

Shakespeare's Comedy AS YOU LIKE IT with Illustrations by Hugh Thomson

Hugh Thomson (* 1. Juni 1860 in Coleraine; † 7. Mai 1920 in Wandsworth, London) was an Irish Illustrator born at Coleraine near Derry.  He is best known for his pen-and-ink illustrations of works by authors such as Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and J. M. Barrie.


Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I.
Frontispiece


I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Charles and Orlando Wrestle

Fare you well, fair gentleman

And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans. Still we went coupled and inseparable


Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold

To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself 
Did steal behind him

Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood

Rosalind. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits !
Touchstone. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary,

The Wooing of Jane Smile

Amiens.Under the green-wood tree 
Who loves to lie with me. 
And turn his merry note 
Unto the sweet bird's throat.

Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food!


' Thus we may see,' quoth he, ' how the world wags ' 

If ladies be but young and fair, 
They have the gift to know it.


Creeping like snail unwillingly to school

Blow, blow, thon winter wind

Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love

Learn of the wise, and perpend

Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet

There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded knight


Tis he : slink by, and note him

I will speak to him like a saucy lackey 

Audrey.

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical 

Phebe, a Shepherdess,

Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me

Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, behind

Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together : 
I had rather hear you chide than this man woo

I 'II write to him a very taunting letter


I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition

Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? 

That blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes,

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

My gentle Phebe bid me give you this 


You do love this maid?

Trip, Audrey ! trip, Audrey ! I attend, I attend

Sit, sit, and a song

Like two gipsies on a horse

It was a lover and his lass

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own