Microscolex phosphoreus: The Worm That Turned!!!

Where the worm turned…

This is just a short post about an extraordinary phenomenon that I witnessed earlier tonight on my walk (Saturday 23rd March 2019). I’m writing this past midnight into Sunday – because I’ve been avidly researching online whether earthworms glow? as I can hardly believe what I saw with my own eyes——the very thing! I’m glad my nineteen year old son was with me to see it too – because it is something that we may never see again – a phosphorescent earthworm that glowed brilliant WHITE (not green as it’s name might suggest) – Microscolex phosphoreus.

We spotted the glowing ‘thing’ in the grass verge at the side of the road.

My son whipped out his phone and switched the torch on – and shone it on whatever it was that we could see shining brilliantly in the darkness. On close inspection – it revealed its true form – an ‘ordinary’ earthworm going about the night shift. We were absolutely taken aback! Wow! after Wow! after Wow! is all that we could exclaim in total disbelieve at what we were seeing!!! And while all our ‘Wowing’ was going on – the earthworm quietly retreated back into the soft, moist soil and disappeared from sight before we had even thought to take a photograph!!! Of course, retreating back into the dark is the earthworm’s natural defence to having a bright light shone in its ‘face’ – as they have ultra light-sensitive skin. ‘Brother Worm’ must have thought the sun had come out early!

Anyway – this post confirms that ‘ordinary’ earthworms that can glow in the dark – really do EXIST. Next time – I’m gonna get a photograph – cos I now know the exact spot where the lil critter comes up for air…

And no – it wasn’t a stone; stones don’t writhe and wriggle!!!

Here are a couple very interesting links if you want to read more about bioluminescent earthworms – I certainly do.

https://www.earthwormwatch.org/blogs/going-worm-hunt-microscolex-phosphoreus-bioluminescent-earthworm

https://www.nature.com/articles/060052e0

Summing-up: The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte – FOUND.

A post about when the ‘Wolf’ in Charlotte Bronte’s ‘Jane Eyre’ met ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – dedicated to another ‘Emily’ – a wee Scots lassie called, Emily Anderson – also a clergyman’s daughter. . .

‘Emily Anderson’. Detail from an engraving by Timothy Stansfeld Engleheart – after Sir Thomas Lawrence’s original painting of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.

Engleheart’s  engraving of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ provided the frontispiece in ‘The New Year’s Gift and Juvenile Souvenir.’ – for the year, 1832. . .

In 2013, a small watercolour painting of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – after Sir Thomas Lawrence’s portrait of Emily Anderson sparked in me – what has become, a fervent interest in ‘The Art of the Brontës’. Six years on – ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ wraps up all my other Brontë inspired posts so that I can draw a line under the lot; I have nothing more beyond the last word – of the 2251 words in this post, I can add. . .

Facially, almost certainly a portrait of Anne Brontë by her sister, Charlotte Brontë… “Her hair was a very pretty light brown, and fell on her neck in graceful curls. She had lovely violet-blue eyes, fine pencilled eyebrows and a clear almost transparent complexion.” – a description of Anne Bronte by Ellen Nussey – Charlotte’s life-long friend.

Two things are certain – it’s not the face of Emily Anderson, neither is it her hair; in Sir Thomas Lawrence’s original portrait of Emily Anderson (1821) – Emily’s hair is the colour of Ebony. . . 

One of Charlotte’s weaknesses… “The body appears to be out of proportion and too small for the head and shoulders, a mistake commonly made by Charlotte in her drawing.” from ‘The Art Of The Brontës’ (page 211)  And just look at those tiny feet!

Significantly, ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ is painted on ‘J.Whatman’ paper with a watermark for 1843. . .

“Much of the paper Charlotte used bears the watermark ‘J Whatman’ and the dates 1827 to 1833, indicating she used the finest white paper of her day.” The Art of The Brontës” – Christine Alexander and Jane Sellars.

1843 marked the year that both Charlotte – and Emily – returned to England from their studies in Brussels; they both attended the ‘Pensionnat Héger’ from 1842 to 1843. It was after this period away that all three sisters set about becoming novelists. The watermark proves that the painting could not have been painted before 1843.

Charlotte’s first successful novel was ‘Jane Eyre’ – published on the 16th. October 1847 under the pen name ‘Currer Bell’. 

Between 1843 and 1847 – the three sister’s would have spent much time together – fomenting storylines for their novels; it’s clear that Charlotte drew inspiration from the fairytale ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ for one of her characters in ‘Jane Eyre’. Charlotte describes the puritanical and sadistic supervisor of ‘Lowood’ – a school for poor and orphaned girls – as wolfish in appearance. Her description of ‘Mr. Brocklehurst’s’ countenance is copied verbatim from the story of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’…

   “What a face he had … what a great nose! And what a mouth! And what large prominent teeth…” Charlotte wrote of ‘Mr Brocklehurst’ in ‘Jane Eyre’. 

‘Little Red Riding Hood’ cradles a bunch of white flowers; in the language of flowers ‘white’ connotes – innocence and purity…

And what of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’s’ dress ‘code’ – is she not orphan-like? with her tattered sleeve – and her red cloak ‘bleeding’ at the hem – as if to symbolise the journey from girlhood into adulthood. Jane attended ‘Lowood’ for a total of eight years – from the age of ten through to becoming a teacher in her own right; transition complete. . . 

‘Frost at Midsummer’…

Another noticeable thing about the painting is the frost on the path – and on the leaf in the foreground – yet the trees are all in full-leaf… 

I love the detail of snow stuck to the sole of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’s’ shoe…

In ‘Jane Eyre’ – Charlotte describes Jane’s mental state after her marriage to Rochester is interrupted:   “A Christmas frost had come at mid-summer: a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hay-field and corn-field lay a frozen shroud…and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and fragrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway. My hopes were all dead…”

The white flowers, the ‘bleeding’ cloak – the frost in mid-summer – are all in-line with Charlotte’s wont to meticulously copy engravings and then add her own spin; none of the above details are evident on any engravings – or the original portrait of Emily Anderson by Sir Thomas Lawrence. Which strongly suggests – the version of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ painted on a piece of J. Whatman paper with a watermark for 1843 – is by the hand of quite a storyteller – and I don’t mean Charles Perrault – nor the Brothers Grimm neither! 

The National Portrait Gallery has an engraving in the national collection by Richard James Lane – published in 1824, entitled: ‘Miss Anderson as Little Red Riding Hood’ – which can be viewed here

Alternatively, here’s an engraving by T.S. Engleheart – published by Fisher, Son & Co London 1836 – for comparison…

Of course, both engravings are copies from an original painting by Sir Thomas Lawrence – entitled ‘Emily Anderson Little Red Riding Hood’ – which can be referenced here.

Very little is known about ‘Emily Anderson’ – other than she was born around 1805 to 1810 to the Rev. William Anderson of Udale, Cromarty Bay, Firth, Scotland. I think Emily Anderson was just the kind of figure that would have caught Charlotte’s fascination and imagination…

Through ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – Emily Anderson and Sir Thomas Lawrence – one finds another link back to the Brontës in Haworth – through Leed’s artist William Robinson. William Robinson was under the tutelage of Sir Thomas Lawrence — and in turn – he tutored Branwell Brontë! The connections are there – as are the influences around Charlotte – who herself had ideas of wanting to be a portrait artist. When the photogravure reproduction of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ first appeared in the ‘Woman at Home’ in 1894 – an article in the ‘Pall Mall Gazette – 22nd June 1894’ stated… 

   “The hair is rolled into thick short curls over the forehead, somewhat after the manner of Sir Thomas Lawrence, but loosened so as to accord rustically with a great gypsy hat tied down with a striped handkerchief knotted under the chin.”

The  ‘Sir Thomas Lawrence’ influence is plain to see.

When Charlotte’s hitherto unpublished portrait of her sister Emily – was published in the ‘Woman at Home’ in 1894 – the whereabouts of the original remained a complete mystery – and its whereabouts has remained a mystery until NOW. 

When literary critic, Clement Shorter – falsely labelled the ‘Bonnet’ portrait reproduction in the ‘Woman at Home’ as “entirely spurious” – the ‘Bonnet’ portrait was damned in less than a sentence. . .

   “The supposed portrait which appeared in The Woman at Home for July 1894 is now known to have been merely an illustration from a ‘Book of Beauty,’ and entirely spurious.” Clement Shorter.

Shorter’s use of the word ‘known’ is subjective – made up.

Who would credit it? that one person’s unfounded opinion could influence the minds of so many – even those in high places – and that’s the trouble! It’s become a ‘conspiracy of silence’ – helped in no small way by the National Portrait Gallery – that clings to a false notion that the portrait of Emily Brontë by Branwell Brontë in the national collection – is the ‘lost’ portrait that was seen by William Robertson Nicoll; it isn’t.

Ever since 1914 – when Branwell’s portrait of Emily went on permanent display – a question mark has hovered over the identity of the sitter; is it a portrait of Emily or Anne? Evidence suggests that it is actually a portrait of Anne Brontë.   

Regardless of whether Branwell’s portrait is of Emily or Anne? – Nicoll made it crystal clear that the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily that he witnessed on a visit to Haworth in 1879 – was a portrait of Emily by Charlottenot Branwell. And even though his statements differ regarding the medium – Charlotte is firmly named as the artist responsible. 

Yet because of an incorrect notion that Branwell’s portrait of Emily in the National Portrait Gallery – is the ‘lost’ portrait seen by William Robertson Nicoll in 1879 – the real McCoy gets to be kept permanently in the dark.

Seemingly, officialdom prefers ‘to let sleeping dogs lie’ – that way the pretender gets to keep it’s current status in perpetuity. Oh! How easy it is to turn a blind eye when you’ve got the upper hand!

Dogged intransigence coupled with ingrained prejudice – that the ‘Bonnet’ portrait ‘type’ is a fake – equals a situation that is seemingly unchallengable; NOT!!!

It’s not like the ‘Bonnet’ drawing has nothing to connect it to the Brontës – it’s got stacks! It’s my opinion that the National Portrait Gallery’s non proactive ‘modus operandi’ in this matter is unjust; the drawing warrants to be physically seen. The century old myth that Branwell’s painting of ‘Emily’ is the ‘lost’ portrait – should not be allowed to go on unchecked – now that the original ‘Bonnet’ portrait has been found; it’s a drawing that more accurately fits with William Robertson Nicoll’s description of the ‘lost’ portrait…

 “Martha Brown possessed a very clearly and boldly drawn pencil sketch of Emily by Charlotte, which I in vain endeavoured to purchase. After her death, what she left was divided among four sisters, with all of whom I communicated without succeeding even in tracing the picture…” 
William Robertson Nicoll, 1891

In fairness to the National Portrait Gallery – they have at least read and preserved the stack of information I have sent them about the ‘Bonnet’ drawing – to ‘The Heinz Archive and Library’ no less! Apparently it’s there for the use of “other interested researchers”; ‘other’ and ‘interested’ being key words as far as the National Portrait Gallery is ‘concerned’!!! For the record, I don’t think that parroting a few subjective words from the ‘poison pen’ of a long-dead literary critic – amounts to a worthy evaluation from a great art institution who’s aim it is – and I quote – “to be the foremost centre for the study of and research into portraiture.” 

It’s not like the pencil portrait of Emily – has got nowt about it…    

The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte drawn by Charlotte Bronte. Is the sitter not clearly and boldly drawn?

Even when “an original drawing of Emily Brontë by her sister, Charlotte” and “a photogravure of the same” came up for auction in 1933 at Sotheby’s – it failed to generate any real interest and disappeared into obscurity once more. . .

Annotated page from Sotheby’s Catalogue – courtesy of ‘The British Library’ . SOLD ‘Halliday’.

The fact that ‘Lot 115’ went for a song suggests that the original portrait up for auction had something about it that put most bidders with a serious interest in ‘Brontëana’ off bidding. ‘Lot 115’ sold for 30s to a buyer called, ‘Halliday’ – a sum that today would have a purchasing power of less than a hundred pounds. One would have thought that the National Portrait Gallery – or the Brontë Society – would have snapped up ‘Lot 115’ as a matter of course; it was a bargain for heaven’s sake – as cheap as chips!!! 

That said, if the general disposition towards the ‘Bonnet’ portrait was as fixed in 1933 as it is today – then one begins to realise how the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë has been poisoned by just two words penned by one Clement Shorter. Really it’s a national disgrace that a portrait of one of this country’s greatest poets – drawn by one of this country’s best-loved novelists (let alone that they’re famous for being sisters too) —— has been allowed to moulder in the dark for well over a century. And yes, the ‘lost’ portrait has suffered a bit of foxing over the years but is it any wonder when it’s been rejected and neglected for so long!

Could Charlotte have made the identification of the sitter anymore integral?  The sitter’s name is interwoven into the bold lines of the drapery – from left to right the bold lines spell, E.M.I.L.Y.

I shall round off this post – by returning to Charlotte’s painting of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – and a few micro-numbers hidden therein. . . 

‘5’ and ‘8’ just below the hem.

‘6’ ‘8’ ‘3’ ‘9’ below right eye. Of course it ‘goes without saying’ that there are many more micro-numbers hidden around Little Red Riding Hood’s attire.

Rounding up the ‘famous’ five. . .

The one thing that’s certain about all five ‘Brontë’ drawings and paintings I’ve blogged about on ‘Something about Dartmoor’ – is that they manifest an energy of their own making. It’s an entity so strong – it feels like it’s taken over my blog——even my reason for being – yikes!!! It’s definitely time to let them quietly work their own special magick from now on – while I head back up to the Moor. . .

Ever onwards and upwards for the ‘famous’ five – reet to top o hill…

Enlightenment above Haworth’s elemental quarter – the graveyard. Taken on a visit to the Brontë Parsonage Museum in 2017. Left: Branwell Brontë’s  self-portrait – from ‘The art of the Brontës’.

‘I see Branwell’

The ‘Pillar Portrait’ by Branwell Brontë in the National Portrait Gallery – was the eye-opener that first made me realise that there are masses of ‘hidden’ numbers in authenticated artworks too. It’s apparent to me that all the Brontë siblings hid numbers in their art – though I feel that Branwell was the one who most likely initiated the practice. Whether the presence of hidden numbers proves significant in relation to validating the artworks that I have researched remains to be seen?

To summerise:

Our argument FOR the ‘Bonnet’ portrait of Emily Brontë has been methodically worked out and adds up – whereas Clement Shorter guessed – and got it WRONG.


 

A Digital Doodle Inspired by ‘Essence of Emily Bronte’.

‘Not room for Death’ is a digital doodle by moi – inspired by a chink of LIGHT (above) – and Emily’s eternal poem – ‘No Coward Soul is Mine’. Emily’s Hexagonal ‘Moon-shaped’ face is borrowed with kind permission from a portrait by her sister, Charlotte Brontë. 

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me hast rest,
As I – Undying Life- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

The ‘scattered’ version.

Starting from the centre out…

The ‘blue’ version of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ of Emily Bronte by her sister, Charlotte Bronte.

Sir Thomas Lawrence’s influence in Charlotte Brontë’s ‘blue’ version of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ has been pared back leaving Emily’s intense gaze only. The words from the last verse – rotate Emily’s centre of gravity; it’s Hexagon-shaped – because the Hexagon is omnipresent in Nature and also because a little, slightly irregular-shaped Hexagon revealed itself in the middle of a photograph I took of some beautiful, Spring Daffodils on the 1st March 2019…

‘Chink of Light’ – it’s how Emily comes…

And because of my digital doodling – more hidden numbers have revealed themselves on the ‘Blue’ version of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ – just under the right eye…

‘3’ and ‘8’ are clear – there are numbers a little further down the side of the nose too…

Limitless possibilities! ‘Numbers’ version.

Enough doodling! I’m off out to immerse myself in our wondrous ‘hexagon-shaped’ world again – for a long walk. Gosh! I do love it when it’s blowing a hooley! 

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Walking into the eyes of a storm!  ‘Storm Freya’ broods and rears overhead – Sunday 3rd. March, 2019.

The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte; Take Three!

Something lighthearted for Friday, 1st of March 2019…

Three laugh-out-loud, digitally ‘enhanced’ versions of the blue version of the ‘Bonnet’ portrait courtesy of my school teacher son, Archie; you’d think he’d know better!!!

Whilst I was engrossed on the computer doing some ‘cloud-shaped thinking’ or ‘number-crunching’ – probably both knowing me – he sneakily took these over my shoulder then sent them to me – talk about LOL!!!

The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte: The Art of Thinking in Numbers.

Note the artist’s easel, palette and brushes on the table – and open paintbox; no doubt a representation of a ‘G.Blackman’ paintbox no less!  And howzabout that blinkered horse head in’t corner of t’room as a metaphor for the unseeing eyes of those in authority I’ve contacted about the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Bronte…

Above is a timeworn pencil drawing that has all the marks of being another genuine artwork by one of the Brontë Sisters – possibly even Emily herself. It is a drawing that must have taken hours and hours to complete, because all the bold pencil lines are not bold pencil strokes at all but painstaking lines and lines of hidden micro-numbers. Below are just a few micro-numbers I’ve managed to single-out from the table-leg area of ‘The Weeping Sister’ – but as said, the drawing is literally covered – which makes me think only an extraordinary individual could have drawn these two sisters; if the sisters are Charlotte and Anne it can only be by t’middle one!

Lines and lines of Micro-script…

Rotated right – to illustrate some micro-numbers the right way up…51781285…to call out a few that are clearly visible. A magnifying glass is essential viewing equipment – let your eyes adjust to the numbers.

51781285 underlined. Please bear in mind, that mine is an ordinary camera – IMAGINE what a top museum conservation lab could reveal if only they could be asked!

Lines and lines of micro-script…

…with gaps in between.

It’s easy to recognise that this is micro-script and not continuous drawn lines…

I have noticed that many other artworks by all the Brontë siblings have multiple numbers hidden within them – including the famous ‘Pillar Portrait’ of the three sisters by Branwell in the National Portrait Gallery – as does Emily’s drawing of the Brontë’s pet dog ‘Grasper’ and Charlotte’s watercolour ‘Lycidas’ – both in the Brontë Parsonage Museum Collection. I have tried to bring my revelatory ‘micro-script’ number observation to the attention of those ‘concerned’ and failed – hence here I go again…

‘The Weeping Sister’ came from exactly the same source as the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë – and like the ‘lost’ portrait it too shares hidden clues and hundreds of micro-numbers.

One of the most noticeable giveaways – is the landscape painting on the wall; is it a depiction of ‘Top Withens’? the now derelict farmhouse that is widely credited to be Emily’s inspiration for the setting of ‘Wuthering Heights’ – the Earnshaw’s desolate moorland residence. The ‘painting’ in the drawing definitely is of a moorland landscape – with a huge cumulus cloud rising overhead what looks to be a house on’t side of hill…

‘Top Withens’?

Then there are numerous doodles on verso – that look like they’ve walked straight out of ‘The art of the Brontës’!!! Paper was in short supply in the time of the Brontës – a luxury, hence doodles on both sides…

And then there is the question – who are the two sisters? one consoling t’other. I’d say the seated sister is Charlotte – whilst the sister bending is Anne – as Anne was the only Brontë sister that had an aquiline nose – or ‘Roman nose’…

The final question is – for whom is the seated sister mourning? is she weeping for a lost brother – or a lost sister?

If she weeps for Emily – then how could Emily have drawn the ‘sketch’ from life?  My theory is Emily imagined the scene – it’s a vision of her own demise, hence her only novel ‘Wuthering Heights’ hangs on the wall in picture form – as a visual reminder of the absent sister so to speak. The ‘lines’ are very much like those in Emily’s drawing of ‘Grasper’ – hence my attribution to Emily rather than Charlotte although the hovering hand is very Charlotte-ish – then again Charlotte avoided drawing hands as much as possible and there are five hands on this drawing if one counts the hand on verso – so back to Emily…

There is even what looks to be a faint signature – the ‘E’ at the start is clear.

‘E’ for Emily.

If one only considers the presence of micro-numbers – then which Brontë sibling the drawing is by? doesn’t actually matter, as all the Brontë siblings hid multiple numbers in their paintings and drawings – and that’s the real point I’m making – it’s a drawing by a Brontë. If the clutch of drawings that I’ve been researching didn’t have micro-numbers hidden within them – I’d never have thought to check authenticated drawings for evidence of the same phenomena. Because the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë has no provenance – I’ve had to seek for something ‘other’ to prove the portrait’s authenticity which is pending… 

Emily’s ‘Grasper’ is covered in multiple hidden numbers – and micro-script ‘lines’; remember where you heard it first!!!

Charlotte as well as Emily layered numbers too – so as to look like areas of shading. Charlotte’s watercolour ‘Lycidas’ is an example of her number layering technique – as ‘Grasper’ is an example of Emily’s. Interestingly, Charlotte’s ‘Lycidas’ illustrates the front cover of ‘The art of the Brontës’ by Christine Alexander and Jane Sellars. The grass area isn’t grass at all as in individual blades but layered micro-numbers – I can see numbers even on the front cover!

Number ‘surfacing’ is happening NOW simply because I don’t think there’s ever been a reason to scrutinise the ‘Art of the Brontës’ in quite the way that I do in order to prove without provenance – that the long ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë is the real deal – it is – I swear it IS.

Next, are a sequence of micro numbers that surfaced under infrared in the ‘lost’ Portrait — underlined and highlighted in red for easier detection by an untrained eye…

The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte drawn by Charlotte Bronte. ‘Honi soit qui mal y pense’ roughly means “May he (or she) be shamed who thinks badly of it” – something that ‘those who know who they are’ – ought to heed when next they walk beneath said motto…

That’s not to say ‘those who know who they are’ think badly of the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë in the literal sense – they don’t – they ‘just’ think nothing of it – even when presented with heaps of plausible, exciting – and revelatory evidence – as in thousands of micro-numbers hidden in the art of the Brontës; ech! ech! they’re as blinkered as a ghostly horse in corner of t’room!!!

Instead, they adhere to a few exceedingly boring and wholly unfounded words of a long-dead literary critic and thus excuse themselves and do nowt; as said, ‘Honi soit qui mal y pense!’ on their heads be it!

To round-up, I’ve finally read ‘Wuthering Heights’ – finished at 1.45 am on Wednesday, 13th February 2019; I promised retired professor of Literature, Christopher Heywood – that I would read Emily’s novel – and have kept to it.  Although a couple of chapters in – I felt impelled to read on for myself. Truth be told I couldn’t put ‘Wuthering Heights’ down, I was utterly gripped to ‘The End’!

I conclude, that the genius mind that penned ‘Wuthering Heights’ – also pencilled hundreds and hundreds of minuscule numbers too; micro-numbers in drawings to look as ordinary bold lines until you look through the ‘surface’ of them. Emily’s drawing of ‘Grasper’ is evidence alone of this statement – a seemingly bold statement but TRUE!

Rotated left.  ‘Lattice’ detail – click on image to enlarge, then reach for your magnifying glass in order to perceive the unimaginably small micro-script hidden within the drawing. It is so small that it almost defies belief yet it EXISTS. The criss-cross lattice proves that the writing ‘effect’ isn’t caused by something as simple as the texture of the paper; if you scrutinize the enlarged image – you’ll be numberstruck too!


“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.”

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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Essential listening for ‘the art of thinking in numbers’; fav ambient soundtrack by ‘Tangerine Dream’ – luv it!


‘The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte: The Art of Thinking in Numbers.’ – updated 4th. June 2019.

A ‘KEEP’.

Dedicated to my sisters. Bon voyage Rosie – til next we three meet again!

Seek, and ye shall find.

Yesterday, I enjoyed a good, healthy sandblasting! With a windswept walk along ‘Northam Burrows’ beach – on the western edge of the Taw Torridge Estuary. It’s a wide————open space, easily reached by traversing a purpose-made concrete gangway over the world famous ‘Pebble Ridge’ – that then widens to an immeasurable area of flat, golden sand – the size of which – ebbs and flows with the tide. I met up with my two sisters and two doggie nieces ‘The Whippets’ – for afternoon walkies and talkies; the tide was far————out. 

It wasn’t long before we were all heads down looking for treasures – bits of sea-glass, driftwood, seaweed, seashells, pretty coloured stones – you know the type that intensify when wet. We all love beach-combing! My sister’s are both artists – so they love seeking for things that inspire them to create – where as I’d say I’m more akin to the ‘Whippets’ in that I get a sniff of something ‘other’ – that I follow with my nose till I find it! As said, ‘Northern Burrows’ beach is VAST – so the odds of finding something ‘other’ is ‘a needle in a haystack’ chance – only greater! 

‘Unfortunately’ – my phone was flat, so I wasn’t able to take any photographs of the white frothing waves – or the beach – or the sandstorm – or my bad hair day – or anything, but I think this beautiful watery seaweed painting by my elder sister, Caitlin – perfectly captures yesterday’s experience. Her painting was stood ‘still’ on her kitchen dresser and caught my eye – while we enjoyed a post-treasure hunt tea together. 

We were like three sea-witches gathered round a box of Viennese chocolates – that had been magicked up by younger sister – who flies home again tomorrow; where’s the week gone? 

While my phone recharged its battery -‘courtesy’ of elder sister’s energy supplier, I was able to immerse myself fully so to speak with no distractions; it felt good to leave my phone ‘home’ for a bit – somehow freer! I don’t actually use my phone ‘as a phone’ you understand – it’s just there for emergencies like if my car was to breakdown, however its dual function as a camera is a distraction in itself when one takes lots of photographs like I normally do. I find myself thinking about ‘what’s the best angle’ or ‘the best light’ in my field of focus while not noticing what’s going on in the peripheries; there’s a lesson for me in all this!

My sisters both came home from the sea with a veritable haul of salty bits and bobs – but the treasure of the day IS an eight-sided piece of ‘green’ metal found by yours truly!

When I picked it up – it felt heavy like Iron but then I noticed an exposed edge glinting in the bright sunlight, and I knew in an instant – I was holding a piece of brilliant Bronze. WOW! Bronze being one of my favourite metals – this piece winked at me!!! 

Bronze mainly consists of Copper with a small quantity of Tin; it’s an alloy that never rusts. Instead, it magically turns a beautiful shade of Green – called, Verdigris.

Definitely an Ore-inspired piece! It’s function is a ‘KEEP’ for a bolt or lock – I’d say?

How wonderful it is to imagine that perhaps it came off a shipwrecked treasure chest that was smashed to pieces on the rocks – and that somewhere on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean is a scatter of real Gold coins – even a hoard!

Or to wear as a ‘Pinky Ring’!  We three sisters trying it for size – with me in the middle, elder sister to the left and younger sister to the right.

Only ‘big’ sis could get it fully on cos she’s the smallest – but she got a bit anxious when it came to getting it off again. Me too, as I wanted it back!!!

Of course the only other thing we brought home with us from the beach – was half a ton of wind-blown sand; in our clothes, our hair – our boots – and other places!!!

It’s a beautifully made thing; I imagine it’s a gift from Neptune himself!

‘Just’ a beautiful piece of driftwood that also came home with me because it’s like a ‘loaf of bread’.


Another old fav that came floatin back in on yesterday’s tide…

 

Eternally yours,

For Oliver. ‘Eternally yours,’ posted 5th February 2019 – ‘just’ another Tuesday.

‘Light-years’ away – someone named ‘Oliver’ is just licking the back of a red-coloured stamp…

A couple of weeks ago – I bought something on Ebay again!!! It’s a postcard to add to my small collection of Brontëana…

‘Buy one get one free’! Postcard from Haworth – via Keighley and Ilkley – and Emily’s “Wuthering Heights”…

‘It goes without saying’, I was instantly drawn to the poetry and the B/W photograph on the front of the postcard – entitled ‘The Evening Sky, Haworth’ – whilst the back of the postcard remained a complete mystery; the listing just said “used”. 

Imagine my joy – when I first held the postcard and turned it over – because there on the back, penned in indelible ink – is a special message with a post-office date stamp for the 26th. April 1960 – a Tuesday

Despite having come through “rain & hail” – this postcard feels warm 59 years on…

In 1960, I was in the dark so to speak – yet magically through Oliver’s eyes, ears, skin, touch—— his very being – and therein ‘Mr & Mrs Taylor’ too – a ‘Window of Light’ has been opened onto Emily’s World again…

There are things in the ‘Here and Now’ that you just know – and feel – are ‘sent’.

‘ETERNAMENTE’.  Haworth Parsonage – as seen through my viewfinder – Saturday, 20th May 2017.

PS …and thank you too, to someone named ‘Avril’ – who forwarded the postcard ‘here’…


More ‘Wuthering Heights’ vibes through the medium that IS Kate Bush – from 1978…

Alas, Poor Francis…

The force of last night’s wind literally shook the timbers and walls of this ole house – so much so – I expected to find some slates down this morning – but luckily – and thankfully – my expansive roof has weathered the storm this time round…

I’m rather like the Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dike; trying to keep a roof over our heads keeps me ‘poor’ – but hopefully leak-free——ish!   

The only apparent casualty of last night’s gale is a much-loved garden statuette – that has graced my garden with its presence for quarter of a century; ‘Saint Francis’ is made from moulded plastic to look like marble, then weighted inside with sand. After 25 years out in all weathers – dear ‘Saint Francis’ cracked under the strain of last night’s gale and the sands have finally run out… 

…in a thousand pieces.  Sunday, 27th January 2019.

And how unfortunate too that he should have toppled onto my one and only snowdrop…

Oh dear oh dear! – but not to worry.  Because the ‘Snowdrop’ is quite the hardiest, bravest little plant in all the garden – that without doubt – will perk up over the coming days.

Just as I KNOW too – that the birds will always come…

To Brother Wind, Sister Mother Earth, Brother Sun – to eternal Brother Francis.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canticle_of_the_Sun


The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte: She Got That Vibe!

Updated: Monday, 6th May 2019.

Some more ‘Bonnet’ vibes from ‘Something About Dartmoor’; in the name ‘Dart’ is the word ‘Art’!!!

This time round my trusty magnifying glass is hovering over the ‘Blue version’ of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’…

First and ‘foremost’ – ‘Emily’ has a MINUSCULE date for 1837 – nestled in the drapery of her cloak. To the unaccustomed eye they look like a row of four black dots that ARE in fact numbers – individually no bigger than a millimetre high. They are THAT small——nay smaller, too small to measure accurately while holding a magnifying glass and a ruler!

Figure 1: 1837

Figure 2: 1837 – digitally tidied up to make the date easier to figure out.

The date ‘1837’ confirms that this painting was painted well within Charlotte’s lifetime 1816 to 1855 – and Emily’s lifetime too——1818 to 1848. 

The highlighted area holds the date ‘1837’ – four tiny black numbers in black ink – on inky-blue watercolour paint. If only someone such as Professor Aviva Burnstock from ‘The Courtauld Institute of Art’ could take a look at it! I’ve written to the BBC’s [Fake or Fortune?] several times alerting them to these ‘lost’ artworks by Charlotte but alas nothing…

It’s minuscule!  The eagle-eyed (or raven-eyed in my case) may just be able to perceive the number shapes. It’s a digitally ‘enhanced’ close-up of a minute date – ie the contrast and light has been altered only.  Unfortunately one loses detail in order to try and bring out detail; come on Aviva – ‘Emily’ needs your expertise!!!

The pencil version and the ‘Blue’ version both share a distinctive shoulder ‘squiggle’ – or the cryptic ‘L’ in ‘E.M.I.L.Y’ in five bold pencil strokes from left to right in the drapery of her cloak in the pencil version.  Click on images to enlarge in a separate window.

’37’ again – as in 1837 – ‘lost’ in the drapery.  Confirms the ’37’ in the minuscule date. Interestingly, it’s a ‘French Seven’ with a fancy line through it. (Standing back from this image is helpful if one has trouble perceiving the numbers inside the ‘cloud’.)

The ‘Blue’ version is almost identical in style to an authenticated portrait by Charlotte in the Brontë Parsonage Museum collection called, ‘The French Brunette’ – listed as No. 93 in ‘The art of the Brontës’. Click ‘HERE’ or on the title link above – to see a relatively clear image of ‘The French Brunette’ courtesy of Pinterest——and the Brontë Society!

The blue’ version of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ measures 157 x 131 mm – ‘The French Brunette’ measures 162 x 129 mm as stated in ‘The art of the Brontës’…

And then there are Charlotte’s rows and rows of secret numbers – or ‘magic numbers’ as I think of them. It is something that all three ‘Bonnets’ have in common; the miniature version, the pencil sketch version – and the blue version – as exposed above in an area of Emily’s straw hat. I wonder what the number sequences could mean? – or are they completely random? as a way of shading.

Some of Charlotte’s secret numbers exposed in the bold lines of the  ‘Bonnet’ pencil drawing.

The Brontës were interested in Numerology; hence I have noticed hidden numbers appear in many other Bronte drawings and paintings, especially in Charlotte’s, Emily’s and Branwell’s. I can’t find a reference to hidden numbers in ‘The art of the Brontës’ – the catalogue raisonné – or anywhere.

Below is another ‘cloud-shaped’ one-liner – ie. clue – “On verso: rough pencil outline tracing of the figure on recto.”…

Some more cloud-shaped thinking courtesy of ‘The art of the Brontës’ – a truly GREAT tome!  Mine is stuffed with my notes. (The image above “Young woman in peasant dress…” is ‘The French Brunette’ by Charlotte.) 

The ‘Baby Bonnet’ also shows a “rough pencil outline tracing of the figure on recto”

The ‘blue’ version of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ and ‘The French Brunette’ look very alike in technique too…

“The handling of paint for the skin shows Charlotte’s painstaking technique of using tiny daubs of grey paint as in stippling…” from ‘The Art of the Brontës’ by Christine Alexander and Jane Sellars – page 212.

The colour of Emily’s eyes “Their colour might be said to be dark grey, at other times dark blue, they varied so.”  Reminiscences of Charlotte Brontë. Ellen Nussey.

Then there are the shared streaked backgrounds, the same rich auburn-brown hair, the same ‘outlines’ and painted-over edges ie. alterations – the use of gum Arabic…

Eye craquelure…

The eyes have IT!  A transparent glaze of ‘gum Arabic’ has been applied by Charlotte to give greater depth and clarity – and shine.

So Charlotte! The style and fine execution of individual strands of hair.

Overlapping edges in places.

Just check-out the execution of the ringlets on the right of Emily’s face (above) – then click on ‘The French Brunette’ again…

The Quest for Truth and Light continues…

Some eye studies by Charlotte on display in the Bronte Parsonage Museum in 2017 – that caught my eye…

The portrait in its original Verre églomisé frame. The process of back-painting and gilding glass to give it a mirror-like finish – is called, Verre églomisé – a french term dating from the 18th century.

Written on the back of the suitably old card that the painting is stuck onto.

The photogravure reproduction as it appears in the ‘Woman at Home’ 1894. The Editor of the ‘Woman at Home’ was one Sir William Robertson Nicoll – the person that witnessed the original lost portrait of Emily Bronte by Charlotte Bronte in Haworth in 1879, when he paid a visit to the Bronte’s housekeeper, Martha Brown. After Martha’s death in 1880 the portrait of Emily by Charlotte became ‘lost’ despite William Robertson Nicoll’s best efforts to find it.  The original portrait was last seen in 1879 by Nicoll.


Late walk Sunday, 20th.January 2019…

Wispy clouds scudding across tonight’s glorious Moon. Full Moon – Sunday, 20th.January 2019.

I like the one that’s on the right; the one that’s the shape of a witch’s bonnet!

“There’s something in this glorious hour That fills the soul with heavenly power…” Emily Brontë

The ‘Lost’ Portrait of Emily Bronte: The Art of Cloud-Shaped Thinking.

…this post is dedicated to my brilliant friend – and mentor on ‘all’ things Brontë, the one and only, indefatigable, Christopher Heywood. If he was a cloud – I think he’d be Cirrostratus; a cloud type so high up in the sky that it is composed of ice crystals – that form beautiful arcs of light around the Sun and Moon – as well as the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë…  

Cloud with a silver lining.  The ‘Bonnet Portrait’ from another perspective…

Whenever our research on the ‘Lost’ portrait of Emily Brontë gets rejected——even ignored, I go back while going forward to search for clues again – because the simple fact is – it has NEVER BEEN PROVEN that the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ photogravure reproduction of Emily Brontë by Charlotte – that appeared in the ‘Woman at Home’ in 1894 and ‘The Bookman’ in 1896 – is not an authentic portrait type; that’s because it IS authentic.  

When the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ reproduction appeared in the 1890’s – it was dismissed as an “entirely spurious” portrait by literary critic, Clement Shorter, on the ‘evidence’ that there was no original to hand! 

More than a century on, Shorter’s seemingly eternal damnation of the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ prevails – and persists parrot-fashion——even though the ‘parrots’ do no fresh research to substantiate Shorter’s long out-of-date statement. No, they just quote Ole Shorter back at ‘us’ – ‘us’ that HAVE done our research! It’s the injustice of the situation——as well as ‘the picture’ – that keeps me gleaning for Truth and Light; and because I’m a Libran! 

Every once in a while – I return to my well-thumbed copy of ‘The art of the Brontës’ – in the hope I might find something I’ve previously missed, especially as I have a tendency to scan and not read! 

The ‘Bonnet Portrait’ as it appears in ‘The Woman at Home’ – isn’t listed in the ‘The art of the Brontës’ you understand – not even in Charlotte’s ‘Dubious Attributions’ section – BECAUSE it is a reproduction FROM an ‘unknown’ original; unknown as in the date of publication in 1995.  

The 1894 photogravure reproduction featured in the ‘Woman at Home’ – entitled ‘Emily Brontë’ from a painting by Charlotte Brontë, hitherto unpublished.

‘No matter’ that the above attribution to Charlotte carries no weight——or that the editor of the ‘Woman at Home’ and ‘The Bookman’ – was one William Robertson Nicoll – who saw the ‘lost’ portrait of Emily by Charlotte – at Haworth in 1879.

Hence back to ‘cloudbusting’ – and No.38 in the ‘The art of the Brontës’; a watercolour by Charlotte Brontë – entitled ‘Woman with Lyre’.

No.38 is a meticulous copy by Charlotte of an engraving from the title page of the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ Annual for 1831. Charlotte’s only alteration from the original is that the figure and the pillar in her drawing aren’t supported on a cloud. ‘The art of the Brontës’ goes on to reveal that the Brontë household most likely owned a copy of the 1831 edition of the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ annual because Charlotte made three other copies of engravings from the 1831 annual – as did Branwell and Emily, making six copies in all. In other words the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ annual for 1831 – was a well-thumbed edition in the Brontë household – especially by Charlotte who made four copies – listed as 38,39,40,41 in ‘The art of the Brontës’.

“Charlotte appears to have made her copies from this little Annual as soon as it appeared late in 1830, in time for the Christmas market as a year book for 1831.” from “The art of the Brontës” by Christine Alexander and Jane Sellars.

Here’s the ‘cloud-shaped’ clue that leapt out at me – from page 176 in ‘The art of the Brontës’.

The reason I suddenly got clued-in to the ‘cloud’ word, is because the miniature ‘Bonnet Portrait’ depicts Emily on a ‘cushion’ of silvery-grey cumulus, that’s very much after the engraving in the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ annual. I can instantly reference an image of the engraving online – whereas poor old Clem Shorter had no such wizardry at his fingertips. So it’s not all his fault – that the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ has languished in a state of non-recognition for more than a century, which in turn has enabled three original artworks by Charlotte to slip through the auction house net – including at Sotheby’s in 1933… Although the pencil version was catalogued as an “original drawing of Emily Brontë by her sister Charlotte” – Lot 115 only realised a low hammer price. No wonder! By 1933 the damage was done; who’d have wanted to buy a so-called fake portrait? but someone did.

Annotated page from the Sotheby’s Catalogue – courtesy of ‘The British Library’. Someone by the name of ‘Halliday’ bought Lot 115.

Charlotte’s copy of the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ engraving, shows a “Woman in Greco-Roman dress, leaning against a small pillar with a lyre resting on top”

I have an inkling that the “Woman in Greco-Roman dress” as described in ‘The art of the Brontës” – has a name, ‘Erato’; she is one of the nine Muses in Greek Mythology – who is often depicted holding a Lyre – she was the ‘Muse of Lyric and Love Poetry’.

How right then, that the engraving of Erato in the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ annual (left) – probably inspired Charlotte to give Emily her own cloud (centre). Meanwhile, Charlotte’s otherwise meticulous copy of the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ title page – depicts Erato on a small patch of Terra firma (right)… 

To see more detail – just click on the image to enlarge in a separate window.

Intuition tells me, Charlotte saved ‘her’ cloud-shaped idea for painting her first portrait of Emily——one of a series of three. Note too – that the chosen colour for the head-scarf is ‘Forget-Me-Not’ blue.

A teeny-weeny portrait measuring 50 x 52 mm – shown next to a ‘Sir Isaac Newton’ fifty pence piece for size comparison.

Emily’s blue head-scarf is notably different in shade from the white, patterned head-scarf seen in these other versions:

…and the red conté crayon version in the Brontë Parsonage Museum collection, that’s listed as No:69 in the catalogue of the Bonnell Collection, 1932

This strongly suggests to me that the tiniest, weeniest ‘Bonnet portrait’ is the original ‘Bonnet’ version, painted from life – inspired by the engraving on the title page of the ‘Forget-Me-Not’ annual for 1831.

One of Charlotte’s two small portraits of Anne Brontë – is dated c.1833 – so I would date the ‘Bonnet miniature’ to around the same year. The miniatures are stylistically similar too; and share identical, minute details such as the ‘Lacrimal caruncle’ in the corners of their eyes…

No.92 – Portrait of Anne Bronte (74 x 55 mm ) ‘The art of the Brontës’. A closer inspection!

And where Charlotte has demurely depicted Anne in a blue and white dress with a pretty lace trim around her collar – Emily is dressed and ready for the Great Outdoors; the West Yorkshire Moors around Haworth being Emily’s ‘Heaven on Earth’. She has a thick cloak wrapped around her shoulders and a simple straw hat – tied beneath her chin with a head-scarf; so technically not a fancy ‘Bonnet’ at all. Straw Hats have been de rigueur in the countryside since the 1800’s at least! So nothing odd about Emily’s style of headgear for the early 1900’s.

Thinking about the significance of the blue head-scarf again, ‘Forget-Me-Not’ would be a fitting title – for a portrait that’s been ‘lost’ for one-hundred-and-forty years. In the Victorian Language of Flowers – ‘Forget-Me-Nots’ symbolised love and remembrance. 

The ‘fact’ that Charlotte made three versions of the same ‘portrait type’ reveals just how much she revered and idolised Emily; she didn’t just put her genius sister on a pedestal – she put her on a cloud.

I’m thinking – if only ‘Shorter’s supporters’ could try some ‘cloud-shaped’ thinking…

What a turn up for the books!  ‘The art of the Brontës’ may just help to prove that the ‘Bonnet Portrait’ IS the real deal yet…

‘Truth and Light’ – Our Quest continues…


Magic is an elemental thing.

Due to my swapping today for working last Saturday – the 2nd January 2019 marked my last day of the Christmas holiday. I’d half-planned a trip to Oxford, to the Ashmolean today – to see the ‘Spellbound’ exhibition before it closes on the 6th of January; I didn’t go! Instead, I listened to the voice in my head that kept on telling me, “Why bother to go all that way – when there’s magic all around you…” Knowing me like I do – I probably would have found some of the objects on display unsettling – so I’m glad I took heed of myself. The most spellbinding reason for me to return to the Ashmolean one day – is to see ‘Ashmole’s Horns’ again – now that they are back on public display in the founding ‘Tradescant’ collection. The last time I saw them – they were in the conservation laboratory awaiting attention. In the confines of the Ashmolean – I don’t think I could ever top that experience in terms of Magic.

‘Ashmole’s Horns’ – as seen on the 20th. June 2017.

Following a tip-off from my sister yesterday – I watched some more ‘telly’ on the BBC iPlayer today – ‘Judy Dench: My Passion For Trees.’ 

My sister was right. It was a most beautiful hour spent, profoundly better than unnecessary rushing about; ‘Ashmole’s Horns’ WILL wait!

Inspired by Dame Judi’s passion – I ventured out in the late afternoon – for a long walk, passing by ‘Shedland’ – my ‘own’ arboreal patch. No sooner had I climbed over the ‘silver’ gate – I saw a beautiful, huge, full-antlered Red Deer stag – who saw me too. I didn’t dare move – for fear of frightening him away; he was so beautiful, so impressive – magical beyond words.  

He’s on the left – just right of the naked tree. It’s not much of a shot to anyone other than me – as only I can feel the energy between us.  It’s the only kind of magic I know about – or want to know about. For me magic is an elemental thing.

Like something one might see in the Ashmolean one day!  I saw it today – an old piece of agricultural iron – part of a plough perhaps?

Wednesday, 2nd January 2019. A magic-filled day at home.