Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Women – as Drawn and Printed by Walter Sickert

Walter Sickert
The Barnacle Girl (at the Café Royal, London)
ca. 1919
etching
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Woman with a Fur Collar
ca. 1887
lithograph
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Sally (artist's model Marie Hayes)
ca. 1911
etching
British Museum

from The Building of the Ship

In the ship-yard stood the Master,
With the model of the vessel,
That should laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Covering many a rood of ground,
Lay the timber piled around:
Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak,
And scattered here and there, with these,
The knarred and crooked cedar knees;
Brought from regions far away,
From Pascagoula's sunny bay,
And the banks of the roaring Roanoke!
Ah! what a wondrous thing it is
To note how many wheels of toil
One thought, one word, can set in motion!
There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall!

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1870)

Walter Sickert
Portrait of Mrs. Jopling
ca. 1887
etching, drypoint
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Venetian Model
ca. 1903-04
drawing
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Marie
ca. 1919
etching, engraving
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Little Sally Walters - the American Sailor Hat
1907
lithograph
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Cicely Hey
1923
etching
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Girl with a Bow
ca. 1887
lithograph
British Museum

Woman Unborn

I am not born as yet,
five minutes before my birth.
I can still go back
into my unbirth.
Now it's ten minutes before,
now, it's one hour before birth.
I go back,
I run
into my minus life.

I walk through my unbirth as in a tunnel
with bizarre perspectives.
Ten years before,
a hundred and fifty years before,
I walk, my steps thump,
a fantastic journey through epochs
in which there was no me.

How long is my minus life,
nonexistence so much resembles immortality.

Here is Romanticism, where I could have been a spinster,
Here is the Renaissance, where I would have been
un ugly and unloved wife of an evil husband,
The Middle Ages, where I would have carried water in a tavern.

I walk still further,
what an echo,
my steps thump
through my minus life,
through the reverse of my life.
I reach Adam and Eve,
nothing is seen anymore, it's dark.
Now my nonexistence dies already
with the trite death of mathematical fiction.
As trite as the death of my existence would have been
had I been really born.

– Anna Swir, as translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan (1996)

Walter Sickert
Mornington Crescent - La Belle Hollandaise
ca. 1919
etching, engraving
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Nude Woman looking into Mirror (Hôtel du Quai Voltaire, Paris)
1906
drawing
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Leah Pinder, a Circus Rider
1884
etching, engraving
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Dieppe - Juliette Lambert (a darling) shopping in the rue de Clieu
ca. 1885
etching, drypoint
British Museum

Walter Sickert
Dieppe - Juliette Lambert (night scene, draper's shop)
ca. 1885
etching
British Museum

Walter Sickert
L'Armoire à Glace (model, Marie Pepin)
1922
etching
British Museum

Walter Sickert
L'Armoire à Glace
1924
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery