Præraphaelite diaries and letters — Dante Alighieri — John Shaqi
Præraphaelite diaries and letters
Dante Alighieri · en
15th.--I went to Greenwich,[28] to collect rents, and to Gravesend.
16th.--Gravesend still. Made a little study of Lucy in sunshine[29]
(one and a half hours’ work).
17th.--Came back by the half-past eight boat: went to see John
Bromley,[30] and to make a sketch of the hand of his little girl for
the female in this painting.... Came back and set to work drawing at
the figure of Wiclif. Went to Maddox Street; came back again at ten,
and worked till past eleven (five and a half hours’ work).
18th.--Got up at half-past eight. Set to work by ten at drawing-in a
hand and the sleeves of Wiclif. _Began Painting._ Laid-in the head
and feet of Wiclif. Turned my canvases of the Poets round to the
wall, so as to be able to admit persons if necessary.
19th.--... Called on Mark Anthony: saw his large _Village Festival_
in progress; called on Lucy (five hours’ work).
21st.--Breakfasted in bed; got up at ten, and to work by eleven.
Drew-in the head of Chaucer from myself in two looking-glasses;
altered that of Gower, and reduced one of Chaucer’s hands.
22nd.--... Painted-in the sleeves and upper part of Chaucer’s gown
(_à premier coup_): shall not want to retouch it much, I expect;
worked till four.
26th.--Wednesday. Got up at half-past eight: went out for a walk;
found it too cold. Went and bespoke Miss Ashley, and came back. Miss
Ashley came by eleven: stopped till four, let the fire out three
times, and talked all day; will never do.--In the evening I worked
at the head of the female, drawing it in in water-colour; could not
succeed (four hours’ work)....
31st.--... Went to Suffolk Street, to hear Professor Ansted tell us
that the colour of the air is blue, and that of mist grey, etc. etc.;
this they call geology! (two hours’ work).
1st February.--... I afterwards set about composing the furniture for
my painting; did not do much (two hours’ work). Got a note from Helen
Bromley, enclosing one for Miss Ensgrubber[31] to her, to ask my poor
wife’s address. Oh dear! hers has been for upwards of nineteen months
the cemetery of Highgate; mine, this rascally barn of a studio. To
think that we once had a home together! in Paris how different, and
even in Rome how different! Bless you, my poor child!
2nd.--Got up at eight, worked from ten till four at composing the
chair of John of Gaunt....
3rd.--Going to set to work for about three hours at the chair. Did
little good; what a muff I am! (three hours’ work).