Osman Hamdi Bey – An Ottoman Empire Painter

Osman Hamdi Bey - An Ottoman Empire Painter (1842-1910)

Osman Hamdi Bey was born 30th December 1842 in Constantinople, modern day Istanbul Turkey, during the Ottoman Empire.

Wikipedia states that Osman Hamdi Bey was “an Ottoman administrator, intellectual, art expert and also a prominent and pioneering painter.  He was also an accomplished archaeologist, and is regarded as the pioneer of the museum curator’s profession in Turkey.

He was the founder of Istanbul Archaeology Museums and of Istanbul Academy of Fine Arts (Sanayi-i Nefise Mektebi in Turkish), known today as the Mimar Sinan University of Fine Arts.”

‘Lady Having Her Hair Combed by a Servant’ shown above is an exquisite artwork worthy of its historical value and tender delicacy.  I believe The Dolmabahçe Palace may still be exhibiting ‘Lady Having Her Hair Combed by a Servant’.

For the Wikipedia link to visit The Dolmabahçe Palace please click here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolmabah%C3%A7e_Palace

Osman Hamdi Bey - An Ottoman Empire Painter (1842-1910)

‘Lady In Yellow Dress Arranging Flowers In A Vase’

Above we see a lady beautifying a sitting area.  One knee bent alludes to a serving attitude whilst looking upwards, channeling her spiritual consideration and deferential poise.  Real flowers cleverly merge contextually with the florally patterned couch.  An elaborate symbolic replication of the pinkish-white flowers imitates her lithe, servient inclination.

 

The lady reaches outwards, extending her left foot to attend to her wholesome duty.  There is artistic evaluation within her head posing, wholly reflecting the creative nature of her pretty decorative arrangement.

Osman Hamdi Bey - An Ottoman Empire Painter (1842-1910)

‘Ladies Taking A Walk Holding Umbrellas’ shown immediately above has to be one of the finest artworks you can view, display or own.

 

Pierre-Auguste Renoir meets Osman Hamdi Bey.

 

The realist quality, colour composition, masterful use of canvas, glorious shading, far-ground Renaissance trees’ styling and sense of feeling throughout encapsulates the phrase Beyond Words, perfectly.

 

Perfection to the amplification of millions.

Osman Hamdi Bey - An Ottoman Empire Painter (1842-1910)

‘At The Mosque Entrance’ shown immediately above.

John William Waterhouse meets Osman Hamdi Bey in ‘At The Mosque Entrance’.

With the incredibly high prices certain art pieces attain – the ‘Salvator Mundi’ by Da Vinci being the existing summa omnium temporum – I believe this particular artwork also has spiritual merit. 

You can view the ‘Salvator Mundi’ by Da Vinci here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvator_Mundi_(Leonardo)

For additional reading about Osman Hamdi Bey please research the article ‘Making Sense of Osman Hamdi Bey and His Paintings’ by Edhem Eldem:

https://archnet.org/system/publications/contents/10813/original/DTP103198.pdf?1484324613

Additional research resource by Eldem, link here:

http://www.ottomanlands.com/sites/default/files/pdf/EldemEssay_0.pdf

This blog article was produced with the kind permission of art blogging website ‘Fine Art and You’.  A link to their original article including further Osman Hamdi Bey paintings can be viewed here:

http://www.fineartandyou.com/2018/06/osman-hamdi-bey-ottoman-empire-painter.html

Here is the ‘Fine Art and You’ homepage link, as follows, for your convenience: http://www.fineartandyou.com/

Osman Hamdi Bey’s Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osman_Hamdi_Bey

The idea of exactly what spirituality is varies from person to person.  ‘Life itself is a spiritual experience propagated within us as individual human beings.’

‘Life – The Purest Art form.’

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‘The Pathways, Currents and Tides of the Universe’

Pleiades (M45, Seven Sisters) open cluster – infrared image from NASA’s Spitzer Space Telescope.

A Provenance Poem [title as per the first verse]:

The Pathways, Currents and Tides of the Universe.

Eight Luminaries Enforced along with the Sun,

One Heart Moving Jupiter

Five Rocks Shifted in Time.

And A Work of Art in the Waiting,

Whose Wings Span Millions of Years

In Her Turning Quite Beautifully Around.

Ah, Who Really is the Controller Of Dusts Above and the Dusts Below?’

A Provenance Poem ‘The Pathways, Currents and Tides of the Universe’ by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright ©2012.  Inspired from definitive Works according to my kind, for all known kinds.

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– further details about the photograph, above, can be viewed here: https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/spaceimages/details.php?id=PIA09262

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A Collection of Sayings, Poems and Songs by Matt The Unfathomable Artist

‘That we are travelling with the Sun at great speed in all four directions, actually seven, is insight beyond my comprehension at this time.’ 

G.R.A.V.>i>T.Y.

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       by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – © September 2017.

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“Who made the stars work together to make firm your walking?” or “How did the stars work together to hold your walking in its place?”

“Who put forth a limit to your understanding that the ape does not know?”

“Good Domestic Policy is fair tithe between all.”

“An exception to an agreed rule brings a finger that will wag or a tongue that will sway.”

“Scales well balanced benefit all. Not a nod or a wink to be seen.”

“Happiness receives much gain and its home is a joy to see.”

“Wisdom is Open & Non Judgemental.  Everyone knows exactly where this stands.”

“Great Speakers are good Conductors. Leaders rather than unseasoned followers. Yielders to reason rather than bucklers for selfish gain.”

“Pawns once removed shift balance whilst equal numbers percent a pleasing draw to conclude.”

“Time is a two-way pressure. Yet all things seem relative to only one.”

“Resolve lifts up the shoulders, a helping hand keeps comforting a burden.”

“A family is like a beloved homeland.  A castle with a roaring fire against the cold and a contented nest for its warmth.”

“A contender can speak brash words to stir up whilst a seasoned Champion speaks of calm.”

“Equal is the work of the strong ones hands and the speed of their thoughts.”

“One that works hard at life sees gain. It is like Gold, Silver and Bronze for its sheer weight or like a purse signed with many colourful banners.”

“An emblem is a sign of fortitude and strength. Its people speak out glad things and welcomes strangers as friends.”

“The mere hen of a wealthy persons garden lays eggs each and every day. She does not concern herself over food nor does she become anxious under rain.”

“A drink quenches the thirst for a moment.  Love is remembered forever.”

“A woman’s heart is at its fullest whilst suckling her newborn child.”

“Deep prussian blues swimming, terracotta heights cascading, brimming, yellow golds mixing, blue and white skies sunkissing, a marvellous photo for the person relaxed, picturing.”

“Can you build a house without breaking a worm?” or “Who can build a house without breaking a worm?”

“Would you love your child less that they babbled from their beginning to talk?  Or that they stumbled to walk?” – by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © 17th December 2015

“Elohim is wise that Elohim made all of us eat from the clay that Elohim made.” – Have you ever considered why the intellectuals spoke about the Mind of Elohim?

Wonders shall cease not, though one million solar years pass with feet that tread mud.– published on 30th January 2018

‘Urgency mixed with the oils of imperturbability’

by Matt The Unfathomable Artist © 2012 onwards

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“Momentary Weakness” a poem © 24th May 2015:

“Momentary weakness is the passing of the night,

the full Moon that rides quietly by,

it’s the Swans for gliding forever high,

on the waves made by our Sun’s rapturous roaring flight,

in a mustering up of energy ready for the invisible fight,

a gathering of thoughts to win out with last breaths might,

as I’ve said before ‘You cannot contain thy spirit’ quite,

when with all thy stand unequalled in this mind, that is ever thirsting for the Light.”

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“The Ballet of Swifts & Swallows”

“The eager dances of Swallows flying in erratic playful dives,

Competing the ballet of winged pirouettes with excited cries,

Swifts that scatter in cloudy rain filled skies,

Checking in all directions as dust that appears alive to sweet sunlight sighs,

A tiny bat hungrily at our heads whispering loudly for its find,

Weaving the way through the insect laden murkiness of this dusky night,

Geese chattering shrieks pitched ever high,

Whilst low searching for the glistening of soft blankets below, to plough with their feet like gentle snow.

Yes, this is how at day’s end I see my mind’s eyes on this cushion glow.”

by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © July 2015.

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“The Indestructible Imperceptibility”

“I am the constraint of where I am from

Turn histories pages and there you see a resemblance

See my birth, the traits before me

New virtues brought into the Earth my own

Look at their beginning

The indestructible imperceptibility

Utmost love for the following

Listening indefinitely for a new place

A calling distinctly thy own.”

by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © 23rd October 2015

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‘The Living Artwork Eternal That Breatheth Not.’Copyright © May 4th [2016]

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“The Foundlings.”

A block made by Humankind, its breathing within.

First it’s blow an astonishment,

The building Hammer swift and unyielding for the Second strike.

Those that move around with camels make ancient cakes,

Feet sprout downwards strong as fig roots into the ground.

Palatial Grasses overgrow Dusts by the Water from its Rivers old.

Smiles are The Starry Night,

Peoples of the Vineyards and their Storehouses gather,

Trees spring forth for The Yellow Moon.

Their long necks are made happy,

As Thorns are gathered up for dung.

Even The Horned One recovers and the Grey Tail finds peace.”

The Foundlings’ poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, Copyright © 9th February 2017.

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‘Yellowish-Amber Glare’ 

“Look into his eyes, the yellowish-amber stare, blackness from the glare cuts through like Samurai for glinting shine without a care.  Elephant-eyed for fear now grown lest not be spared.  Walks away waiting starving awakened hibernated bear.  Trumpeted chilled sounds through bones with frights that scare.  Patience ‘gainst the mighty grey-skinned bulk, ivory tusks laid bare as world with double heart in anger sulk at loss with all its greedy poaching took.

Those same yellowish-amber eyes at approaching thunders rumble, amok that skin as muddy muck, his roaring teeth that grip neck to slaughter just, eve’ that mighty Buffalo, Eland and Sambar deer unto death and humbled wayward stock.

The speed of cheetahs outrun him not when vehement kill in stalking ground a determined heart to stop.  Attack his cubs and meat is cauldron pot in fire-belly kiln vigorous hot.  Nightly lightening as two steely diamonds blink above-below the Earth in wide eyed scanning know.  Remember halted hyena sought, smashed its back to the dust as a patterned blanket throw.  Severed female in defended pity plight, thus charge five hyenas robust of muscled might that rips dog as bread to dip in spite.  Leopards their vicious claws, track thy will, quiet slow, for wieldy rushing advancing low, tickling flanks before heavy crushing canines final blow.

Lifeless forms in mouth do lull and broken arrowed bow.  Made dead afore the jaw its cranially crooked bone fused to jagged bone less skin doth show.

Vibrating arachnid waits as ever beating heart in patience slow.

Blue eyes white fur as crown that shimmers snow, in fear lack of those whitened swords prancing untroubled seeds to sew.  Cricket takes step back for deaths escape from fangs poised without a sound, as cursed on land it chirpy crow.  Bird songs with stars twinkle spectacular dancing gown in tweeting twirling all around, Atmospheric Jewel from Venus to Mars that minded-meld eager takes-in of dear beheld.

Those early years cast of tree-lined jungle depths.  Days, Weeks, Months and Years the maturity of branches sighing moans, just as wind through Autumnal leaves delighted blows.  Hooves kick.  Cajole.  Near drown and never-ending Earthly mock.

Who really knoweth raging angst hiding as decades pass in the Viper’s venom grasp?

Truly it be unrequited said, ‘Love is my name, A cradle in thy riverbed.’”

‘Yellowish-Amber Glare’ by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © December 2015.

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“A Deeper Crescendo”

“Wherever your hair shines as the sea, Excited dolphins are your pretty curls, Two moons become your breathing, The sweet tide gives way Near and Far, Sounds of ecstatic waves, Below for a deeper crescendo.”

“A Deeper Crescendo” poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © November 2015.

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“Spirit Heal”

[chorus] 

“I guess you think you know who you are,

But there’s so much more, to come by far,

You’ve gotta open up, like lilly fields

Think I’m good for you, to spirit heal

Saw you through windows sun behind

Saw you’re hiding thoughts while I smiled

Gotta tell you now, I see so deep

There isn’t much you can hide from me”

by Matt The Unfathomable Artist,  Copyright © June 2006

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‘314’ – a fictional story by Matt The Unfathomable Artist 

“314 always awaits the visit from an assassin with surprising eagerness just as someone might enjoy taking notes for their boss, serving customers or chairing meetings.  314 welcomes imminent danger with supreme excitement much like the squeal of pigs for their swill. Adrenaline overload without necessary office rules or the need for a glowing appraisal.

A silent threat is the calm before a violently raging storm.  314 kept innumerable methods for dispatching innately aggressive enemies locked into his strongly guarded mind.  Twisted distorted movements paralleling a host of skilful dances where legs and arms would defy belief in readiness to respond throughout his tightly muscled body.  Often we have seen flesh, skin and bone giving way to the crunching and breaking from tiger jaws.  Those wild flame filled eyes seemed to speak to 314.

Having ascended out from the depth of an unprecedented watery reflection 314 quite often perceived his good looks as an altogether more frightening contortion.  Devoid of any need to question his brutal capabilities.  Long ago that same watery reflection having shattered into a thousand mirrored pieces to instantaneously reveal the cold machine-like ability that lay behind his impossibly handsome green eyes.

Presently 314 has concealed his whereabouts.  Lying beneath the stars, unruffled with handgun reassuringly holstered at his chest, fully clothed aside from his Italian designer shoes.  He has been sleeping tentatively in control of any sudden need for lethal action.  The Ministry of Defence had many years previous conducted thorough tests on Special Forces’ operational ability upon waking from sleep deprivation.  Notably helicopter Commanders whose first few minutes of early hours enemy alerts require swift awareness and technical precision.

314 had read these impressively meticulous MoD papers with considerable interest. Comparing his own operational experiences and making conscious adjustments to his restfulness versus on duty decorum.  During his childhood his sleep had often been interrupted by fear.  Fear was a bygone word to 314, a distant memory and a completely unnecessary emotion to his being.  Inconvenient really, the distant past.

Within a few breaths 314 is focused like a Rottweiler angrily catching sight of a competing Mastiff.  An assassin whose physical stature is more akin to a large tiger rather than any normal human being is quietly and expertly stepping up.  Body widened and excessively dangerous ready for the bloodiest of challenges.  The assassin is around 118 kilos yet alarmingly agile.  314 is in for a very tough night.  The strike force of this assassin alone is quite extraordinary. Almost unearthly.”

‘314’ by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright ©2013-2018

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A Provenance Poem:

‘The Pathways, Currents and Tides of the Universe.

Eight Luminaries Enforced along with the Sun,

One Heart Moving Jupiter

Five Rocks Shifted in Time.

And A Work of Art in the Waiting,

Whose Wings Span Millions of Years

In Her Turning Quite Beautifully Around.

Ah, Who Really is the Controller Of Dusts Above and the Dusts Below?’

A Provenance Poem ‘The Pathways, Currents and Tides of the Universe’ by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright ©2012.

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Please note this blog article will be updated over the years as a published record of artistic sayings, poems and songs by Matt The Unfathomable Artist.

A Collection of Sayings, Poems and Songs by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – copyright © 2002 onwards.

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Immemorial Words by William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare by an unknown artist, [1603] oil on oak wood panel, 42 cm × 33 cm

“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life’s key: be cheque’d for silence,
But never tax’d for speech.”

“Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest”

“Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

“What is the city but the people?”

“But, for my own part, it was Greek to me”

“What ‘s gone and what ‘s past help should be past grief”

“This was the noblest Roman of them all”

“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

“I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.”

“Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss’d
The wild waves whist.”

– from the plays and sonnets of William Shakespeare, Esquire.

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‘Revolving Stars’ poem

‘Revolving Stars’ [c2005] by Ignotum Est Artifex, ink pen with the untrained hand on A4 paper.

This art blog has been produced with every reasonable belief and non-belief in mind.

Throughout the known ages of humankind – religion, science, philosophy, art and non-belief systems have been explored, defined, experienced, promulgated and vicariously studied.

Imaginatively rolled up like papyrus or parchment.

‘Wonders shall cease not, though one million solar years pass with feet that tread mud.’

To finely balance this blog you might like to read of further religiosity here:

https://theunfathomableartist.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/mesopotamian-art/

Also evolutionary ‘Artforms of Nature’ by Ernst Haeckel, here:

https://theunfathomableartist.wordpress.com/2015/10/28/kunstformen-der-natur/

Scientific art ideas, here:

https://theunfathomableartist.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/the-instinctive-tom-watt/

Thank you for visiting my art blog.

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Codename ‘314’ – Literary Fiction

“314 always awaits the visit from an assassin with surprising eagerness just as someone might enjoy taking notes for their boss, serving customers or chairing meetings.  314 welcomes imminent danger with supreme excitement much like the squeal of pigs for their swill. Adrenaline overload without necessary office rules or the need for a glowing appraisal.

A silent threat is the calm before a violently raging storm.  314 kept innumerable methods for dispatching innately aggressive enemies locked into his strongly guarded mind.  Twisted distorted movements paralleling a host of skilful dances where legs and arms would defy belief in readiness to respond throughout his tightly muscled body.  Often we have seen flesh, skin and bone giving way to the crunching and breaking from tiger jaws.  Those wild flame filled eyes seemed to speak to 314.

Having ascended out from the depth of an unprecedented watery reflection 314 quite often perceived his good looks as an altogether more frightening contortion.  Devoid of any need to question his brutal capabilities.  Long ago that same watery reflection having shattered into a thousand mirrored pieces to instantaneously reveal the cold machine-like ability that lay behind his impossibly handsome green eyes.

Presently 314 has concealed his whereabouts.  Lying beneath the stars, unruffled with handgun reassuringly holstered at his chest, fully clothed aside from his Italian designer shoes.  He has been sleeping tentatively in control of any sudden need for lethal action.  The Ministry of Defence had many years previous conducted thorough tests on Special Forces’ operational ability upon waking from sleep deprivation.  Notably helicopter Commanders whose first few minutes of early hours enemy alerts require swift awareness and technical precision.

314 had read these impressively meticulous MoD papers with considerable interest. Comparing his own operational experiences and making conscious adjustments to his restfulness versus on duty decorum.  During his childhood his sleep had often been interrupted by fear.  Fear was a bygone word to 314, a distant memory and a completely unnecessary emotion to his being.  Inconvenient really, the distant past.

Within a few breaths 314 is focused like a Rottweiler angrily catching sight of a competing Mastiff.  An assassin whose physical stature is more akin to a large tiger rather than any normal human being is quietly and expertly stepping up.  Body widened and excessively dangerous ready for the bloodiest of challenges.  The assassin is around 118 kilos yet alarmingly agile.  314 is in for a very tough night.  The strike force of this assassin alone is quite extraordinary. Almost unearthly.”

by Matt The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright ©2013-2018

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Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun

‘Self Portrait of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun’ [1790], Oil on canvas, 100 x 81 cm

The ‘Self Portrait of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun‘ [1790] shown above is delicate, forceful and gracefully timid of pose.  The feathery handling of hair, elaborate white-cream fabrics and curious pose whilst looking to the mirror extols her professionalism.

Did you notice that this painting is actually a self portrait of Vigée Le Brun producing a working portrait?

Élisabeth married influential art dealer Jean-Baptiste Pierre Le Brun in 1776, himself born into an impressively artistic family.  His great-great uncle was Charles Le Brun – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Le_Brun.

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun herself is daughter of French portraitist Louis Vigée and sister to playwright Étienne Vigée.  Skillful art heritage assisted Élisabeth Vigée in successfully competing within aristocratically lucrative landscapes.  Eventually Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun is rewarded for her hardworking technical merit through membership to the Académie Royale de Peinture et de Sculpture in 1783.

In addition to actively seeking industry connections quality reigns supreme, dot com.

‘Portrait of a Young Woman’ [c.1797] by Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, Oil on canvas, 70.5 cm x 82.2 cm

Portrait of a Young Woman‘ [c.1797] by Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun incorporates a studio posing style Élisabeth was familiar with.  Further research is required to understand the placing of arms, folded inside outer garments.

The backdrop is Renaissance in style whilst Vigée Le Brun’s work intermixes Baroque, Neoclassical and Rococo themes.  A learned expert, without question, given to intensively study her past and contemporary art Masters.

We can see a sense of movement to her subject’s hair, windswept, traversing waves set sail across the Atlantic, Pacific or Mediterranean oceans.  Her outer garments are perfectly defined and believably intricate.

Fashion, Fashion, Fashion with added Heart Eyes Emoji.

Supercool.

Portrait of Charles-Alexandre de Calonne‘ [1784] by Madame Vigée Le Brun, Oil on canvas, 155.5 x 130.3 cm

How does one begin to describe this painting by Madame Vigée Le Brun of Charles-Alexandre de Calonne?

Beyond Words.

I want to lean forward in an attempt to prevent his precariously placed paper document from falling to the ground.  Her painting so breathtakingly real it positively interacts with us as the viewer.  A calm, easy, attentive posture.  Tremendous power emanates from the subject.

Digitalised Virtual Reality – the optical illusion provoking a sensory response with body and mind.

Here is a past The Unfathomable Artist article about John W Waterhouse, therein explaining his similar ‘VR-like’ ability:

https://theunfathomableartist.wordpress.com/2014/08/21/john-w-waterhouse-the-lady-of-shalott/

‘Portrait of Madame Du Barry’ [1781] by Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, Oil on panel, 27 1/4 x 20 1/4 inches (69.2 x 51.4 cm)

I decided to include ‘Portrait of Madame Du Barry‘ for.. the.. straw.. hat.  Spoken rather slowly to imagine my awe.

Artistic painters enjoy certain textures.  A past article about woven textural specialist Guiseppe Arcimboldo illustrates my point here: https://theunfathomableartist.wordpress.com/2014/10/31/guiseppe-arcimboldo/

Madame Du Barry wore a peignoir for this particular sitting, a dressing gown.  The painting was commissioned for the Duc de Brissac, Louis Hercule Timoléon de Cossé-Brissac [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Hercule_Timol%C3%A9on_de_Coss%C3%A9-Brissac] according to the artist’s ‘Souvenirs’ 1835-37.

Further information about the artist can be found by reading ‘Vigée Le Brun’ by Joseph Baillio, Katharine Baetjer, Paul Lang.

Madame Du Barry has her visual identity stored for us upon the canvas, and also digitally too.

Should we call this a UI or a Unique Identity?

Cue trailer.

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