Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Belle Époque Today: The Art of Ken Howard, OBE, RA

Trafalgar Square
Ken Howard
Royal Academician Ken Howard was awarded the Order of the British Empire for his contributions to the art world. His works—ranging from sensitive studio portraits to cityscapes—capture his subjects in glimmering moments of time. Howard’s greatest gift is his incredible ability to render atmosphere. From a soft sunlit room to the hard sheen of wet pavement, Ken Howard presents us with a heightened reality, revealing the true nature of all that he paints.


Many of his scenes show us places with which we’re all familiar either from photographs or from in-person visits. Yet, Trafalgar Square looks wholly new and exciting as commuters hurry past in the rain and Venice is once again alive with the jewel-tones of man and nature.

Dora at St. Clement's Studio
Ken Howard
Howard himself sums up his work thusly, “For me painting is about three things. It is about revelation, communication and celebration.” This philosophy is evident in his gorgeous paintings as he reveals the world to us in ways we never imagined seeing it, visually communicates in an enchanting language all his own, and celebrates life by showing us the beauty that we so often miss each day.

To learn more about Mr. Howard, visit his Web site.








Punch's Cousin, Chapter 121

Meridian hurried into the room where Adrienne sat talking with Marjani while Columbia played with little Fuller.


“Beggin’ your pardon, Mrs. Halifax, but there’s a woman in the front hall for to see ya.” Meridian said breathlessly.

“Oh?” Adrienne sighed, fearing that they’d had another visit from either The Duchess of Fallbridge or Barbara Allen. “Did she give a name?”

“Says she’s called ‘Nellie,’” Meridian answered.

“Nellie?” Adrienne’s face flushed.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” Marjani asked. “Somethin’ troublin’ you?”

“No.” Adrienne responded quickly. “It’s just that I knew someone named Nellie once, but, that was before I…before I married Cecil.”

Marjani smiled weakly. “I understand.”

“I suppose everyone in Marionneaux knew about my past.” Adrienne sighed.

“Well, Honey, to the folk that really count it’s only the good works ya do and the good works we know you’re gonna do that matter.” Marjani said softly.

“Is it wrong of me not to wish to see this woman?” Adrienne asked softly.

“No, Honey.” Marjani shook her head.

“You want I should send her away?” Meridian asked.

“No, Meridian.” Adrienne said. “I’ll see her. If she’s come to find me, she must have a reason. I’ve been so fortunate. It’s only right that I should try to extend the same kindness to others.”

“I left her settin’ in the hall,” Meridian said.

“Thank you,” Adrienne stood up. “Meridian, would you like to stay here and keep Marjani and the children company while I tend to my visitor?”

“Sure would.” Meridian grinned.

“I’ll return shortly,” Adrienne nodded.

Adrienne slowly made her way through the house to the entry hall, all the while wondering just what Nellie could want, and just what she’d say to the woman. They had been so close once. When Adrienne lived and worked at Iolanthe Evangeline’s Bawdy House, she and Nellie had become almost like sisters—sharing their dreams and their secrets, their complaints and their pains.

Nellie jumped to her feet when she saw Adrienne. Without saying a word, the woman rushed to Adrienne—tears flowing down her face.

“You’ve got to help me,” Nelliw sobbed.

“I’ll do all that I can,” Adrienne responded gently, putting her arms around her old friend.

At that very moment, Ulrika Rittenhouse stood in a dim alley, fuming at Arthur. “Who do you think you are to speak to me that way?”

“I’m the man what you’ve been poisonin’.” Arthur growled. “I’m the man what you’ve been teasin’ with talk of riches and diamonds.”

“You shall have all that I promised,” Ulrika frowned. Her eyes lit up and her frown faded as she tried to look seductive. “And, you shall have me.”

“I don’t want you.” Arthur snapped, grabbing Ulrika by the shoulders.

“Let me go!” Ulrika struggled.

“Give me the diamond.” Arthur hissed.

“You haven’t met your end of the bargain yet.” Ulrika smiled through her pain.

“Ain’t gonna be no bargain!” Arthur shook Ulrika ferociously.

“Go on and kill me.” Ulrika said hoarsely. “But, I warn you. Without me, you’ll have nothing!”

Meanwhile, Cecil, Robert and Mr. Punch grimaced as Mala opened the door to Iolanthe’s house.

“What you want?” Mala grinned.

“You know very well what we want.” Cecil said fiercely. “Where’s the man that you lured away from us?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Mala pulled her hideous face back into something that resembled a grin. “You three’d best go on now.”

Cecil pushed past the homely woman and walked into the house. Robert and Mr. Punch followed.

“Now, you get out of here.” Mala screamed.

“Not until we get Naasir,”’ Robert demanded.

“Boys!” Mala shouted for help.

“Where’s Iolanthe?” Robert asked.

“She’s got company.” Mala spat.

“He’s here, he is,” Mr. Punch said, walking toward a door which was partially covered by a crimson velvet drape. “I can feel ‘im.”

“Don’t go in there!” Mala screamed. “Boys!”

Mr. Punch opened the door and was met by the smell of fire. Smoke lazily billowed through the passageway.

“Chums!” Mr. Punch shouted. “Hurry!”

The sound of a horrific scream pierced their hearts as they ran into the dark corridor, following the smoke.



Did you miss Chapters 1-120? If so, you can read them here.

Cookie of the Day: Gorgeous Gingerbread Cookies

I’m pleased to introduce the seasonal segment, “Cookie of the Day” to give all of you a chance to glimpse the delicious treats my mother makes for us at Christmas. When we think of Christmastime, invariably, our thoughts go to cheerful gingerbread cookies. Gingerbread has been associated with Christmas for centuries. As early as the Sixteenth Century, German bakers hung decorated gingerbread figures in their shop windows as decorations.


Each year, my mother spends hours making gingerbread, rolling it, cutting it and decorating each cookie in great detail by hand. These cookies are more than just attractive decorations, however. They’re as delicious as they are beautiful. Shapes from elegant fluer de lis, jolly people and Christmas figures, make any plate of cookies feel like a celebration.


Ornament of the Day: A Natchitoches Meat Pie

I have very fond memories of trips taken in recent years with my parents and Bertie. Not only were they a welcome respite from the daily hideousness of my former career, but they were a time to enjoy each other’s company and see new and exciting things. We always drive when we go anywhere since it’s difficult to fly with a giant terrier. (Giant—when compared to other Westies.)


On our first trip to New Orleans as a family, we stayed in Natchitoches (pronounced Nackitush) in Lousiana. Natchitoches, aside from being a lovely historic town, is famous for three things—being the location for the film Steel Magnolias, its incredible display of Christmas lights, and its meat pies. These local delicacies are pastry shells filled with savory meats and are really quite tasty. As I was about to bite into my first-ever meat pie, Bertie decided that he wanted it. And, so, “Bertie ate my meat pie,” became the quote for the day.

My parents snuck off to a gift shop while I was arguing about proper etiquette with my dog. A few days later, Bertie was surprised (as was I) at Christmas with the gift of this ornament. An eternal meat pie—one that he couldn’t eat, and one that forever records that fun afternoon.

The sights and smells of that first trip to Louisiana were fuel for my literary fire. I found much inspiration for the fictional town of Marionneaux on that trip. Years later, Marionneaux continues to be the setting for many of my works including, The Garnet Red, The Cages of Marionneaux and Punch’s Cousin.

Object of the Day: A Garnet and Diamond Stickpin

English culture of the mid-to-late Nineteenth Century was one that relied a great deal on symbolism in order to communicate subtly and politely. The in-your-face passions of daily life were considerably toned down in public. Jewelry played a large part in the subtle communication of affections. Gemstones were assigned different meanings and significance. As I’ve mentioned before, sometimes, gems would even be used to spell out a message such as the case of REGARD (Ruby, Emerald, Garnet, Amethyst, Ruby, Diamond) rings or DEAREST (Diamond, Emerald, Amethyst, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, Topaz) rings.


In the parlance of gems, garnets symbolized sincerity, admiration and affection. Of course, as is the case today, diamonds were considered a symbol of eternal love. I like to think this stickpin of a large, faceted garnet and small glittering diamond set in 15 karat gold was a gift to a gentleman from an admirer or his beloved. I suppose it’s that kind of sentimentality that draws me to these things in the first place.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Our Person of the Year: Betty Buckley!

Betty Buckley
All of our nominees for "Person of the Year" are exceptional in their own way, each of them bringing something unique and beautiful to the world of the arts and humanities. However, our winner was clearly the frontrunner—the outstanding and talented Miss Betty Buckley!

Miss Buckley’s multiple-award-winning career on stage and screen has been well-documented. A visit to her Web site will give you a detailed curriculum vitae. Instead, let’s focus on the ethereal nature of Betty Buckley’s influence on our world and culture. As a teacher, she has given dozens of individuals the power that they need to express themselves. What could be a better gift to the world?

Furthermore, her talent has moved and affected thousands upon thousands of people. The integrity of an artist’s work is measured by her ability to bring her audience to a new emotional level. Who could possibly listen to Miss Buckley’s clear voice without becoming overwhelmed by its power and magnificence? More important than all of the awards that she’s won, Betty Buckley’s greatest achievements stay in the hearts of those who have heard her, who have seen her and who have experienced those much-needed moments of brilliance which all of our souls desire.

Our digital age makes the sharing of artistic moments all the easier. If you’d like to bring Betty Buckley into your home this winter, I’d certainly recommend her new album, Bootleg: Boardmixes From the Road which is now available on iTunes. For those of you in the Dallas, Texas area, you’ve got a chance to see Miss Buckley perform in Arsenic and Old Lace at the Dallas Theater Center from February 4 to March 13. I know that I intend to be there.

I leave you with two performances which I think truly sum up Betty Buckley’s artistic triumph. The first is one of her memorable performances of Memory from Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s Cats. Recorded as part of the 2006 Kennedy Center Honors tribute to Lloyd-Webber, Miss Buckley delivers the song which made her, “The Voice of Broadway.” As I previously mentioned, I had the pleasure of seeing Betty Buckley perform last year. For her encore, she returned to the stage to sing Memory. I’ve never heard such applause in a theater before.

The second video clip shows a scene from the former AMC program, Remember WENN, in which Miss Buckley guest-starred. This Christmas song, written for the show, is one of my favorites—scintillatingly performed and stirring.

As a fan of her work, I’m proud to name Betty Buckley Stalking the Belle Époque’s first “Person of the Year.” I offer my sincere thanks for all that she’s contributed to the arts and look forward to what she’ll bring next.





Painting of the Day: “The Grandmother’s Birthday” by Ferdinand Waldmüller, 1856

The Grandmother's Birthday
1856
Purchased by Prince Albert
The Royal Collection
Long-time aficionados of Renaissance art, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert were quite impressed by the contemporary work of Austrian painter Ferdinand Waldmüller who incorporated Rennaisance sensibilities into his compositions while depicting sympathetic domestic scenes. Victoria, herself a doting mother, was fond of scenes of maternal warmth. It was only fitting that Prince Albert should purchase this painting as a gift for his wife.


The Grandmother’s Birthday, completed in 1856, is a prime example of Ferdinand Waldmüller’s sentimental subject matter as well as his skilled compositions. In the style of the Renaissance, he has arranged the subjects in a pyramid reminiscent of Sixteenth Century portrayals of the Holy Family. The individual expressions of each of the figures direct the viewer through the composition, inviting them into this scene which celebrates the joys of domestic life.