After Dante Gabriel Rossetti met "Lizzie," she became the model for all his paintings of women and stopped posing for the other PreRaphaelites. They fell in love and became engaged, but Rossetti, who feared his family's disapproval of Lizzie's working class background, repeatedly postponed the wedding. Their engagement lasted for over ten years, during which Lizzie became increasing depressed and frail.
They finally married, and honeymooned in France. However, Lizzie remained ill and had become addicted to laudanum (an opiate that was legal at the time and used by many Victorian-era women as an "elixir"). She became pregnant but the child was stillborn. She overdosed on laudanum shortly after a second pregnancy ~ whether her death was accidental or a suicide is not clear.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti mourned her loss deeply, and buried his journal containing the only copies of many of his poems with her, tucked into her long red hair. The journal was later recovered from her coffin and the poems published ~ something which haunted him the rest of his life.
Rossetti adored and idealized Elizabeth Siddal in his paintings and writings. It is difficult and dangerous to pass judgment on another person's love, but perhaps if he had seen her more as a real woman ~ rather than as an idealized medieval maiden or, at the other end of the spectrum, the working class girl his family scorned ~ they could have been happier.
Christina Rossetti (who was Dante's sister) wrote about his idealized love of Lizzie in the poem "In an Artist's Studio":
- One face looks out from all his canvases,
- One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
- We found her hidden just behind those screens,
- That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
- A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
- A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
- A saint, an angel -- every canvas means
- The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
- He feeds upon her face by day and night,
- And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
- Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
- Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
- Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
- Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
Thank you so much for the interesting art history. So sad that often times we let ourselves be led by other's opinions instead of what our hearts feel. Such a sad story.ReplyDelete