Rev Arthur Bell Nicholls 2015 |
Mr. Nicholls
My first Bronte related painting is completed! It's a 9x12 portrait of Charlotte's husband, the Rev Arthur Bell Nicholls .I used a photo from Rev Nicholls middle years.
I painted Mr. Nicholls before the other Bronte subjects for a special reason. Arthur's Irish home in Banagher ,called Hill House in his time, is now a B and B called Charlotte's Way . My husband and I will be traveling to Ireland to stay at Charlotte Way this fall .
It's exciting to think of spending time in Arthur's home and at the site of the first Bronte museum for Arthur filled Hill House with relics of the Brontes and his Yorkshire life. The Parsonage's hall clock boomed in Banagher for 40 years before returning to Haworth . We have many Bronte items today because Mr. Nicholls held on to them . He was called possessive. As a Bronte fan I'm glad he was! Arthur understood the importance of the Bronte items, few better; but he wished to keep them for himself while he lived. Given all he lost when Charlotte passed , I can't begrudge him the first 40 years of what we will have for all time thanks to him
The painting is a gift for the owner who is doing much to keep the local Bronte connection bright as well as local fame thanks to Anthony Trollop. His first post office job was in Banagher
This story is a good illustration of how I work. The idea and inspiration for a painting comes in a flash. I never know when this sort of inspiration will strike. Usually I " see" the painting in my mind and then it become an itch I have to scratch so to speak and I paint the vision
The photo I based the painting on |
When we return from Ireland, I will plunge into painting Papa and Charlotte and another one of Arthur set at the time of his and Charlotte's marriage. The Bronte have waited for some time
for their pictures!!
Mr. Nicholls did not write poetry, but he was known for enjoying it and reciting it with his fine voice for friends . George Sowden, younger brother of Arthur's great friend, Sutcliffe Sowden recalled
On one occasion, he ( Arthur) repeated by heart, from the beginning to end , and without a single mistake or a moment's hesitation, Tennyson's long and exquisite poem "The May Queen" With the charming Irish pathos which he threw into it,it was delightful to hear"
As Charlotte said of Arthur, he was " one who has to be known to be appreciated"
George Sowden also recalled Arthur's humor. He certainly showed this attribute as one of the few who relished Charlotte's curates in " Shirley" . Mrs Brown , his landlady , though Arthur had" gone off his head " he was laughing so hard. Turns out he was reading about the curates.
George Sowden called Arthur's humor "Irish" and perhaps that is why he roared over the curates and the English people in Charlotte's life ( CB's publishers and Mrs. Gaskill ) thought them tasteless and even " course" ...One had to be Irish to get it
Among the ecclesiastical quotes, poetry also filled Arthur's common day book as well One of the poems he wrote down was " The Echo" A very popular piece though much of the 19th century .
It's always interesting to see what poetry speaks to an individual . Given Arthur;'s great grief when he lost Charlotte, this poem is particularly poignant
THE ECHO
I stood on the bank of a swift flowing river
While I marked its clear current roll rapidly past
It seemed to my fancy forever repealing
That the dearest enjoyments of life could not last
Oh! tell me I said rapid stream of the valley
That bears in thy course the blue waters away
Can the joys of life's morning awake but to vanish
Can the feelings of love be all doomed to decay
And Echo repeated -----"All doomed to decay "
Flow on in thy course rapid stream of the valley
Since the pleasures of life we so quickly resign
My heart shall rejoice in the wild scenes of Nature
And friendship's delights while they yet may mine
Must all the sweet charms of mortality perish
And friendship's endearments ah will they not stay
The simple enchantments of soft blooming Nature
And the pleasures of mind must they too fade away
And Echo slow answered --------"They too fade away "
Then where I exclaimed is there hope for mourner
A balm for his sorrow a smile for his grief
If beautiful scenes like the present shall vanish
Where where shall we seek for a certain relief
Oh! fly said my soul to the feet of thy Savior
Believe in his mercy for pardon now pray
In him there is fullness of joy and salvation
Thy gladness shall live and shall never decay
And Echo said sweetly " ------------Shall never decay"
I stood on the bank of a swift flowing river
While I marked its clear current roll rapidly past
It seemed to my fancy forever repealing
That the dearest enjoyments of life could not last
Oh! tell me I said rapid stream of the valley
That bears in thy course the blue waters away
Can the joys of life's morning awake but to vanish
Can the feelings of love be all doomed to decay
And Echo repeated -----"All doomed to decay "
Flow on in thy course rapid stream of the valley
Since the pleasures of life we so quickly resign
My heart shall rejoice in the wild scenes of Nature
And friendship's delights while they yet may mine
Must all the sweet charms of mortality perish
And friendship's endearments ah will they not stay
The simple enchantments of soft blooming Nature
And the pleasures of mind must they too fade away
And Echo slow answered --------"They too fade away "
Then where I exclaimed is there hope for mourner
A balm for his sorrow a smile for his grief
If beautiful scenes like the present shall vanish
Where where shall we seek for a certain relief
Oh! fly said my soul to the feet of thy Savior
Believe in his mercy for pardon now pray
In him there is fullness of joy and salvation
Thy gladness shall live and shall never decay
And Echo said sweetly " ------------Shall never decay"
What was old is new again
I recent ran into some old diaries of mine from the last 1970's . Turns out I mixed Romanovs and Brontes back then too!Back in the day |
Bronte Novel Update
I have been writing my Bronte novel non stop since Dec 2012 and yet I feel I'm just starting to really write now ! Perhaps one has to build writing musels lol. I know in any applied art, an apprenticeship is necessary. One can plunge into a new act of creation as I did, zen like ( as in ; just do it ) but you cannot avoid the work ...and as always, that's not a complaint! A shape to the novel is finally emerging and I'm still filling note book after note book. Back to School sales are a boon to me! I stock up on the composition books on sale!
Recently I was looking at Wildfield and Wurthing Heights again ...if one wants to truly visit with the Brontes , read their works! One get such a flash into the Bronte brain there. The time between we and they vanishes! It's also hugely useful to see what words they used. And the HUMOR found in all Bronte novels is largely over looked, but some passes are hilarious .
Okay! Back to work!
The Romanov children 1915 |