My current reading: Augustus John by Michael Holroyd published 1974
Immersed in research for my second novel, I stumbled upon the painter, Augustus John. He was an interesting type and no mistake but it is his women who truly fascinate. Upon reading descriptions of them, how they spoke and looked and thought, I sought out their portraits. Style mavens with names like Dorelia, Ida (surname Nettleship, no less), Alick, Euphemia, Estella, Arabella, Guilhermina, Ottoline, Clarissa, Caitlin, Amaryllis, Iris, formed a pageant of poetically monikered muses that fuelled his art. They would fuel my sketches too if I had a collection to design. Instead they will fuel my fiction.
Marchesa Casati by Augustus John
Known for “a compelling stare when he looked at a woman,” Augustus John’s quest for the next enigmatic face was a compulsion he made no apologies for. It was a congenital weakness. A coquettish voice emanating from a plumply pretty face sustained his imagination at least for the duration of a portrait–as long as the coquettish voice knew to silence itself. He didn’t like talkative women.
Mistresses and wives overlapped in the same household. Sometimes his women shacked up with each other when the mystery had faded for him and a new intimacy had bloomed between them. He needed to consummate every passion for it to be meaningful to his work. To that end he would send his chosen one heartfelt letters, chase her to Paris, beseech and promise until she succumbed. They always succumbed. He was a roguish long-haired six-footer wearing dramatic Victorian coats and sporting an untamed beard.
Augustus John by William Orpen
Children were conceived at almost the same rate as his masterpieces, but they were given considerably less importance.
Tallulah Bankhead by Augustus John
Before he ever put brush to canvas, his vision often propelled him to style his muses in costumes. He looked to women for clues to the world and his existence in it. But he didn’t care for intellectual women. Although some of the letters written by Ida, his simple, long-suffering first wife, to her friend are the loveliest to read:
“You know I was very near the laudanum bottle–somehow it seemed the next thing. Like when you’re tired, you see an armchair and sit down on it. Now you ‘know all’, I feel a sort of support–it is funny. Others know, but no one has given me the support in the right place as you have. One held up an arm, another a leg, one told me I wasn’t tired and there was nothing the matter…With you I have something to sit on!”
When the tension bound up in the chase had dissipated, Augustus John languished. New women helped stave off the constant threat of melancholia.
Determinedly disreputable, wooing his public in gypsy dialect, thirsty for the freedom he saw in Romany travelers, he rejected conventional life and became Britain’s most fashionable portrait painter of the 1920s.
From Vivian Leigh to the Marchesa Casati, here are a selection of his women. Inspiring, aren’t they?
This a photo of him with another great, James Joyce, and his etching of WB Yeats:
My debut novel set in the world of international fashion, featuring more great men and their many-costumed muses, is now available. You can buy Silk for the Feed Dogs here.
He seems to be amazing in mores ways than one. Thank you for sharing!
He definitely possessed a myriad of talents! XO
Love being introduced to new (well, new to me anyway) artists – second novel sounds intriguing 😉
I’m enjoying finding out more myself, I’ll admit. Men and their muses have always intrigued me.
Happy writing to ya, Evie!
It looked like his style went through a transformation over time. Interesting as I had never heard of him before
You’re quite right. Initially he was a copyist of the great masters, then adopted a Gauguin style and settled into his own after that. I placed them higgledy piggledy as I was more intrigued by the faces in the paintings than his progression 🙂 X
They’re incredible. Many of them look similar to me.. Similar nose and mouth – fine, delicate noses and pursed lips. I wonder were his portraits affected by the ideal standard of beauty and this was it? The eyes are amazing too. In some it feels like they’re looking back at you!
I ordered silk for the feed dogs!! Should have it in the next few days. Can’t wait!! 🙂
You’re a muse hidden away in the Irish countryside, Olivia! I’m sure as he became more fashionable he did indeed represent the beauty ideal of the time.There is a decadence to his later paintings that I really like.
Oooooh, I hope you enjoy it :-)xo
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I found Jackie Mallon’s novel SILK FOR THE FEED DOGS to be an amusing, modern read. As a person who has also been a sewer since I was a child, I enjoyed the foray into the world of fashion and fabric as we take another view of life. I highly recommend you read it.
I hope you enjoy her blog too. It whets my appetite for her next novel.
Oh my goodness, how lovely. I’m so grateful for the reblog and more importantly for a new Silk reader! Thank you so much, Robin. I appreciate your kind words and am delighted you enjoy reading it.
I best be getting on with the second one. Enough of all this moving apartment stuff!
I hope your summer is more productive than mine!
xo
Beautiful! I will remember to keep an eye in case I see one of his ladies hop along the pages of your book! Will it be the Mysterious Marchesa? Or the gorgeous Tallulah?….
Ah, they mysteries that lie beneath… 🙂
xo
Such interesting read on such an alluring man, and truly fabulous portraits. I’m totally intrigued by their serious expressions. Thanks for sharing.
XOXO Nensi
He was peering into their souls. it seems, and maybe they got a sneak peak into his…
Alluring is the word. It seems he was hard to resist!
XO!
Wow- thank you for sharing such an amazing montage and education!! Their stares are so mysterious and alluring!
I would love to experience what it was like to be in the room with him and a sitter. Fly on the wall research is the best 🙂
Oooooo….loved this. Those eyes!…..fabulous. Thank you. Your book is on my pile for my dog sitting break in a couple of weeks…..x
Glad you didn’t end with “your book is on my dog’s pile that he sits on” 🙂
XO!
Love his feeling for colour.. xxx
Weirdly, I knew the name but had no idea who/what he was. I didn’t know which to admire more – his talent as an artist or a seducer but the attached works force me to act my age and appreciate his obvious skill.
I always imagined research would be boring but thank you for this pleasant and informative extraction Jackie.
You know, the audacity of his seductions make good reading too although it’s not gratuitously revealing. It’s more about how he arranges his family, his sitters, his girlfriends, his friends’ wives all around him like a harem. Nothing mattered but his own needs and his sexual ones were interlaced with his creative ones to form one…
A type, indeed, Mike.
Definitely a fascinating character. Not sure how likeable he is, but you can’t say he’s not colourful.
I know what you mean–although the women of the period seemed to like him very much! 🙂
I’m sure he had female enemies as well. Intelligent, talkative ones, probably.
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