Domestic Love : not in proud palace lulls
Is often seen thy beauty to abide :
Thy dwelling is in lowly cottage walls,
That in the thickets of the woodbine hide :
With hum of bees around, and from the side
Of woody hills some little bubbling spring.
Shining along through banks with harebells dyed ;
And many a bird to warble on the wing,
When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling.
At the Cottage Door by Myles Birket Foster
The romantic movement characterizing the 19th century and that permeated all the major arts, first among them poetry and painting, even before musica, has left in the shadow many names that have been bearers of this new vision of Nature, of life, of affections and feelings, either with the use of words or with their brushes. Personally I think it to be right that they also deserve to be named here by ~ My little old world ~ because they have given their contribution to Victorian culture. One of them is Myles Birket (o Birkett) Foster, a British illustrator, watercolourist and engraver who lived in the midst of the Victorian age: I will begin to talk to you about him starting from these verses that I have reported above, verses that he collected and published in 1874 in a text entitled Beauties of English landscape where we can find sonnets and songs among the most representative of Romanticism. The ones I have chosen bear the signature of George Croly (1780-1860), Irish poet, novelist, historian and Anglican priest, another little-known name, this time among those who devoted themselves to poetry.
Myles Birket Foster was born in 1825 in North Shields, England of a primarily Quaker family, and moved with his parents and siblings south to London in 1830, where his father founded M. B. Foster & sons — a successful beer-bottling company. He was schooled at Hitchin, Hertfordshire and initially went into family's business. However, noticing his talent for art, his father secured him an apprenticeship with the wood-engraver, Ebenezer Landells, where he worked on illustrations for Punch magazine and the Illustrated London News. He also found work as a book illustrator and in the 1850s he trained himself to paint in watercolours quickly becoming a successful artist in that medium. His illustrations of Longfellow’s Evangeline and books of poetry by other contemporaries were a great success. In the 1860s he became an Associate of the Royal Watercolour Society and exhibited over 400 of his works at the Royal Academy for over more than two decades. Foster travelled widely around the country, also visiting the Rhine Valley, Swiss Lakes and Italy. It was after he moved to Witley, in Surrey, in 1863 that he produced the works for which he is best known - a sentimentalised view of the contemporary English countryside, particularly in the west Surrey area. Although criticised for their idealised view of rural life, they were recognised for their detail and execution.
He became ill in 1893 and moved to Weybridge, remaining in Surrey. He continued painting, but died on 27 March 1899. His obituary in The Times referred to him as "certainly the most popular water-colour artist of our time".
Honestly I have the desire to show you all the watercolours of his, but I'm publishing just some of them that, in my opinion, remain the most expressive and representative of his production, a sort of "domestic poetry in painting".
The Lilac Cottage
Children Gathering Blackberries
The Ferry
An Afternoon in the Garden
Primroses
Tea Time
The Milkmaid
Teaching Dolly to Walk
At the Well
The Itinerant Fiddler
Shelling Peas
The Magpie
The 1st of May Garlands Day
The Shepherdess
The Wheelbarrow
In the hope to have let you spend some light-hearted time with me, I''m sending you an embrace filled with the scents of our Spring
See you soon ❤

Dany
As for our Spring, maybe you like
to take a look at this post
∽❀∼ MY SPRING SCRAPBOOK ∽❀∼
(Click on the image to read it)

L'Amore Domestico nelle tele di Myles Birket Foster
Amore domestico: non è nelle ore flemmatiche dei fieri palazzi
Che spesso si vede la tua bellezza dimorare:
La tua dimora è nelle umili mura di una casa,
Che nei cespugli dei caprifogli si nascondono:
Con il ronzio delle api intorno, e di lato
A colline boscose con qualche piccola sorgente gorgogliante,
Che risplende, lungo le sue rive, delle tinte delle campanule;
E animate da molti uccelli che gorgheggiano in volo,
Quando il mattino lancia la sua veste color zafferano sul cielo e
sulla terra.
IMMAGINE 1 - At the Cottage Door di Myles Birket Foster
Il movimento romantico che ha caratterizzato il XIX secolo e che ha permeato di sé tutte le arti maggiori, prima ancora che la musica la poesia e la pittura, ha lasciato in ombra molti nomi che di questa nuova visione della Natura, della vita, degli affetti e dei sentimenti si sono fatti portatori, o con l'uso di parole o con i loro pennelli. Personalmente ritengo doveroso che anche loro meritino di essere nominati qui da ~ My little old world ~ perché hanno comunque dato il loro contributo alla cultura vittoriana. Uno di essi è Myles Birket Foster, illustratore, acquerellista ed incisore britannico che visse nel pieno dell'età vittoriana: inizio a parlarvi di lui partendo da questi versi che ho riportato sopra, versi che egli raccolse e pubblicò nel 1874 in un testo dal titolo Beauties of English landscape e che vede uniti sonetti e canti tra i più rappresentativi del Romanticismo. Questi che ho scelto recano la firma di George Croly (1780-1860) poeta, romanziere, storico e sacerdote anglicano irlandese, altro nome poco noto, questa volta tra coloro che furono dediti alla poesia.
IMMAGINE 2 A SINISTRA - Fotografia di Myles Birket Foster
Myles Birket Foster nacque nel 1825 a North Shields, in Inghilterra, da una famiglia prevalentemente quacchera, e si trasferì con i genitori e i fratelli a sud, a Londra, nel 1830, dove suo padre fondò la M. B. Foster & Sons, un'azienda di successo per l'imbottigliamento della birra. Studiò a Hitchin, nell'Hertfordshire, e inizialmente entrò nell'azienda del padre. Tuttavia, notando il suo talento per l'arte, questi gli assicurò un apprendistato presso l'incisore su legno Ebenezer Landells, dove lavorò a illustrazioni per la rivista Punch e l'Illustrated London News. Trovò anche lavoro come illustratore di libri e negli anni '50 dell'Ottocento si dedicò a dipingere ad acquerello, diventando rapidamente un artista talentuoso in questa tecnica. Le sue illustrazioni dell'Evangeline di Longfellow e di libri di poesia di altri contemporanei furono un grande successo. Negli anni '60 dell'Ottocento divenne membro associato della Royal Watercolour Society ed espose oltre 400 delle sue opere alla Royal Academy per oltre due decenni. Foster viaggiò molto per le campagne della sua Inghilterra, visitando anche la valle del Reno, i laghi svizzeri e l'Italia. Fu dopo essersi trasferito a Witley, nel Surrey, nel 1863, che produsse le opere per cui è più noto: egli presenta una visione sentimentale della campagna inglese del suo tempo, in particolare nella zona occidentale della contea che abitava e che si estende nell'Inghilterra del sud-est. Sebbene criticate per la loro visione idealizzata della vita rurale, esse furono riconosciute per la loro cura dei dettagli e la loro esecuzione.
Si ammalò nel 1893 e si trasferì a Weybridge, rimanendo nel Surrey. Continuò a dipingere, ma morì il 27 marzo 1899. Il suo necrologio sul Times lo definì "indubbiamente l'acquerellista più popolare del nostro tempo". Nonostante mi piacerebbe mostrarvi tutti i suoi dipinti, di seguito ne pubblico solamente alcuni che, secondo me, rimangono tra i più espressivi e rappresentativi della sua "poetica domestica su tela".
IMMAGINE 3 - The Lilac Cottage
IMMAGINE 4 - Children Gathering Blackberries
IMMAGINE 5 - The Ferry
IMMAGINE 6 - An Afternoon in the Garden
IMMAGINE 7 - Ring a Ring o' Rose
IMMAGINE 8 - Primroses
IMMAGINE 9 - Tea Time
IMMAGINE 10 - The Milkmaid
IMMAGINE 11 - Teaching Dolly to Walk
IMMAGINE 12 - At the Well
IMMAGINE 13 - The Itinerant Fiddler
IMMAGINE 14 - Shelling Peas
IMMAGINE 15 - The Swing
IMMAGINE 16 - The Magpie
IMMAGINE 17 - The 1st of May Garlands Day
IMMAGINE 18 - The Shepherdess
IMMAGINE 19 - The Wheelbarrow
Nella viva speranza di avervi fatto trascorrere un po' di tempo col cuore leggero insieme con me,
Vi invio un abbraccio colmo dei profumi della nostra primavera
A presto ❤
Dany
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These are beautiful! I'm glad he was appreciated during his lifetime, not all artists are.
RispondiEliminaMessymimi,
EliminaYou're right, Dearie, most Victorian artists were recognized after their death and couldn't enjoy the success they deserved, alas.
I should give you a prize, you're always the very first to post a comment as soon as I publish a post, I heartily thank you for your enthusiasm!
Have a fun-filled weekend ♡❤♡
HE WAS SO TALENTED and his pieces are delightful! Thank you for this lovely posting - so charming!
RispondiEliminaBernideen,
EliminaI welcome you with a big big hug, Dearie!
Your so beautiful words of appreciation make my day, thank you!
Sending blessings on your Holy Week ⊰✽*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ*✽⊱
Questi dipinti sono bellissimi e ci riportano indietro nel passato ad un tempo che non ritornerà più !! Auguri e saluti.
RispondiEliminaMirtillo 14,
EliminaGrazie per la visita e per la tua valutazione degli acquerelli di questo maestro quasi sconosciuto, non solo in Italia. Oggigiorno persino nel suo Paese di origine sono in pochi a conoscerne i capolavori: contrariamente a quanto accade di solito, Myles Birket Foster era più conosciuto dai suoi contemporanei che dopo la sua morte. E lo era al punto che trovava i suoi acquerelli su scatole di pasticcini e di cioccolatini.
Contraccambio gli auguri per una S. Pasqua serena e ti saluto con gioia sincera ❥
Such beautiful artwork. I love them all.
RispondiEliminaThank you for joining the Awww Mondays Blog Hop.
Have a fabulous Awww Monday and week. Hugs, Daniela. ♥
Sandee,
EliminaAll the paintings depicting children and pets are lovely and speak to our hearts, don't they?
It is I who thank you for this so lovely visit of yours, you're blessing my evening, sweet friend.
•ღ May your Monday and week too be filled with Joy ღ•
FIrst time I've come across your blog. Interesting topic, entwining art and literature. (Poetry). Lovely.I'm not familliar with the artist so there was a lot of new info for me.#Awwmonday
RispondiEliminaLydia C. Lee,
EliminaYou're heartily welcome, thank you for being here and for your far beautiful words!
Sending blessings on your day and week ∗✿≫♥≪✿∗
They do speak to our hearts. Beautiful.
RispondiEliminaThank you for joining the Happy Tuesday Blog Hop.
Have a fabulous Happy Tuesday. Hugs, my friend. ♥
Sandee,
EliminaDearest One! Thank you once again for this so beautiful visit of yours: now it is clear to me what happened with Awww Mondays and Happy Tuesday, thus I have also corrected the links-back on my post.
Have a blessed Easter ~⚜~
So much sweet sublime love and happiness in these lovely country paintings reminding us of all the simple pleasures of life. Family, nature, a cozy cottage and a love of home...beautiful! Sandi
RispondiEliminaSandi,
EliminaYou're right, you've caught the real meaning of these images: Myles Birket Foster wanted to portray the simple pleasures of life, today even more precious than they were at the time he painted his watercolours. In our eyes, today, it's to see something which has been almost lost that makes them so beautiful.
I'm so happy you've enjoyed it
Sending you the biggest hug ever ಌ❀ಌ
Absolutely beautiful artwork, I love every single one. Each image tells a story of simpler times. I don't know why they are called simpler times, because people worked so hard back then. They didn't have things like we have today. For example, computers, telephones, washing machines. All these things save us time today. But what I love about the simpler, or perhaps earlier, times is that even though they did everything at a slower peace, they were so appreciative of what they had and did the work together in harmony. Thank you so much for sharing your posts, Daniela, I have really missed you and your blog. Love and hugs to you, my dear friend.
RispondiEliminaLinda's Relaxing Lair,
EliminaYou're so right, once people workd so hard, work was the first thing and in many cases the only thing they did from the lights of the dawn until the sunset, especially in the country and during the beautiful seson, but we call those times "simpler times" as if things were really simplier than today! Actually it's the opposite, but, as you say, were so appreciative of what they had and did their work together in harmony, living with the help of values we have lost, alas! To me they should be called "more beautiful times", for this reason!
I also have been missing you so so much, Darling Friend, I'm so thankful to have you here again and to be able and talk with you.
♡ஐ♡ Sending hugs and more hugs to you ♡ஐ♡