To Ellen

This blog is made to the honor of my grandmother Ellen Elisabeth Thomsen who was a modern woman .
She was born in Randers in Denmark 1895 and died in Copenhagen 1976.
She had long salmon red hair down to her hips. It was braided and put up with lots of hairpins to make it look short.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Red haired women and water

Paul Emil Chabas " September Morning"

Edgar Degas

Degas is the best! Such glowing realistic colours and a kind of natural innocense .His pictures are never vulgar or show the women as ideals or sex objects. Degas presence as a painter is not felt in the picture since there are no artistic or acrobatic posings or flirting laughs towards the viewer (painter)

Paul Chabas

Chabas must have found nice income with this type of paintings,
since almost all his paintings are a varriation over the theme
Redhaired women and Water
Could it be that he was inspired by Anders Zorns famous pictures,
which were sold many places in Europe and America ?Or are they a result of 
more free time in the society so people actualy had time to enjoy nature and take a  swim.

Giulio Aristide Santorio 1860-1932

Giovanni Segantini

Also  Segantini
This picture is reblogged from


A strange picture of Hodler, the women in 1880's clothes and the  men in sportsclothes from the 1920ties?

Paul Chabas

Did You ever swimm in a Swedish lake in the night?
There is something mystical in doing this. The whole surface is like a black mirror, the water seems oily
and the only sound comes from the tiny waves your body makes.You can not see the buttom
and there is some fear behind the delight but still the cool air and the warmth of the top layer of the water is too pleasant to leave. Sometimes small fish will nipple your skin.

Chabas again

John Everett Millais

This picture reminds me of my childhood Island
The same flowers, same trees. But ofcause no floating Ophelias.
I grew up on an island called Bornholm  in Denmark. Few hundred meters from our old home on the  northside of the Island  in area close to the sea called Ringe Bakker lies a hidden mysterious place.
 It is a passage trough an ancient canyon called the Blue Shine valley.The valley is a slim 8-10 meter broad valley filled with tall thin trees who roam and squeek when they move against each other moved by the strong wind from the sea which only reach the top of the trees. A small stream runs under lots of rocks and round stones and make the most wonderful sounds. In spring the valley is covered with a blanket of white Anemonas and of a small purple or yellowish orchids which I do not know the name of. There is a wonderfull sweet smell of honey and You can sit there totaly alone and enjoy the sounds , view and smell. I even used to go there in the middle of the night when it was totaly black and You could not see anything. The stream led to the sea and ends in steep cliffs, where it falls to a bay called the Pigeon hole.The sweet water mixes with the salt and attracks Salmon and other fish.


I used to climb down there with my father and brother to fish. We got to a dramatic place that looked like this picture but in a much smaler scale since the bay was not so broad.
It was always full of drift timber from Hurricanes, perhaps some were from skips accidents.
We found timner with russian letters or polish words.
No other visitors ever came there and we could swim naked in the summer.  I used to climb down there sometimes when  a hurricane was on it's worst. Huge waves would hit the coast and trow a cascade of timy drops 10-20 meters straight up in the air. It was so dramatic.The waves could get up to 6 meter high and flushed the drift timber easiely over the 2-3 meter tall stones.I dressed up in Rainclothes, lots of sweathers and inside Helle Hansen acrylic underwear to keep from freezing . I would sit and paint watercolours in the worst weather. Sometimes the waves flushed in over me and the whole painting disappaired.Some of those old Watercolours I still have , they have a fine layer of salt all over and smell like the bay wood did.
 Abowe the rocks the seagulls would hang on the strong upwinds and slide sideways  like big knifes cutting trough the view.They screamed loudly to each other and obviously had lots of fun. When they were hatching they could get agressive and tried to attack .They went after the head.
If one carefully crawled to the edge of the steep cliff under the hurricane, it was possible to lie just infront of a wall of tiny drops that were thrown 10 meters straight up in the air. But it was very dangerous to go out there because everything was so wet and slippery. After those trips I would return home refreshed like a newborn.

Nymph by Louis Ricardo Falero

Some of this pictures from the late 1880ties are too sweet or too vulgar to fit todays taste and is
probably why they have been neglected  by arthistorians. But it takes the same amount of work to make this as to make an impressionistic picture.

"The Mermaide" by John William Waterhouse

"The fisherman and the Sirene" by Knut Ekvall

Michael Vrubel  "In the Water"

Water nymph by Gaston Bussiere

Paul Emil Chabas

Anders Zorn

Von Stuck
Reblogged from

Collier Smithers

Paul Gustave Dore "Andromeda"

Edward Poynter "Andromeda"

Kai Fjell
Norway's wonderfully  poetical painter.
Notice  the big seagul in her arms


Giovanni Segantini
Italian 1858-1899
"Goddess of Love"
Reblogged from Old Painting blogspot com.
 I first time saw Segantini in 1978 when I was painting in Firenze .He and Fattori stood out ! I only saw Segantinis landscape paintings but they had a fantastic light in them and the way he made texture and movement in the painting  like Van Gogh was very inspiering.I could not find any books about his works but finaly found a book on Italian 1900 century painters called Belvedere by Bargellini. It showed many fine artist who I had never seen anything about in Scandinavia or Germany.
The Internet is a fantastic source to knowledge
and now one can easiely find all this for us in the North totaly unknown artists.