#mary beale

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women painted by women ❤️

[pintoras]

Circle of Mary Beale (English, 1633-1699): Portrait of a lady, half-length, wearing a blue dress and pearls, within a painted stone cartouche (via Bonhams)

[artschoolglasses]

Portrait of a Lady in a Blue Dress, Mary Beale, 1670s

[thebeautiesofthepast]

Mary Beale

A Self Portrait by Mary Beale, baroque, circa 1666

Mary Beale, née Cradock, (bapt. 26.03.1633 - bur. 08.10.1699) was the daughter of the rector John Cradock and his wife, Dorothy Brunton. Her mother died when she was ten years old. Not a lot is known about her youth other than her having gotten a new guardian during the Civil War.

When she was eighteen years old, she married Charles Beale. He helped her a great deal during her time as a painter, such as being her studio manager, pigment mixer. They were described as working mostly equally. She had three sons, of which two survived.

Taking great care to build up a respectable reputation was her sensible choice of portrait sitters. Clergymen, various members of the nobility and even Queen Henrietta Maria wished to be painted by her.

Mary died at the age of sixty-five. She was buried in St James' Church in Picadilly, where her tomb was destroyed in the Blitz of the Second World War.

[venicepearl]

Mary Beale (26 March 1633 – bur. 8 October 1699) was an English portrait painter. She was part of a small band of female professional artists working in London. Beale became the main financial provider for her family through her professional work – a career she maintained from 1670/71 to the 1690s. Beale was also a writer, whose prose Discourse on Friendship of 1666 presents scholarly, uniquely female take on the subject. Her 1663 manuscript Observations, on the materials and techniques employed "in her painting of Apricots", though not printed, is the earliest known instructional text in English written by a female painter. Praised first as a "virtuous" practitioner in "Oyl Colours" by Sir William Sanderson in his 1658 book Graphice: Or The use of the Pen and Pensil; In the Excellent Art of PAINTING, Beale's work was later commended by court painter Sir Peter Lely and, soon after her death, by the author of "An Essay towards an English-School", his account of the most noteworthy artists of her generation.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Mary Beale (English, 1633-1699) Portrait of a lady, c.1680 National Gallery of Victoria

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She became the main financial provider for her family – a career she maintained from 1670/71 to the 1690s.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[kaitlinj16]

"Red hair is great. It’s rare, and therefore superior.” – Augusten Burroughs

❤👩‍🦰❤

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"Alice in Wonderland" (1999) - Nick Willing

Films I've watched in 2024 (53/?)

[hey-scully-itsme]

introducing my OCs!

Barrett Beale is a private detective/odd-jobs man/werewolf in 1920s Chicago. He's in his mid-twenties and is still finding his footing in his current line of work.

Mary Hildegard is his assistant and friend, and as good a detective as Beale when the need arises.

Hugo C. Fieldhurst is an artist and general nuisance, and the love of Beale's life.

[oceancentury]

My Top 10 ‘original’ posts of 2023.

[heyho-simonrussellbeale]

"You built nothing but regret and syphilis"

Simon Russell Beale as Sir George Villiers in the first episode of Mary & George.

Possible spoilers (?)

[artschoolglasses]

Portrait of an Unknown Widow, Mary Beale, 1675

[jackbatchelor3]

“You could’ve been Ian’s favourite.” - Ben Mitchell

[redwiccanrobin]

//favorite movies (pt. 1)//

. Mary & Max dir. Adam Elliott

. The Lighthouse dir. Robert Eggers

. If Beale Street Could Talk dir. Barry Jenkins

. Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse dir. Rodney Rothman, Peter Ramsey, Bob Persichetti

. Jamie Marks is Dead dir. Carter Smith

Part 2

[foreignswaggersession]

I felt the same way about placage as you. I made a different choice. [...] A woman doesn’t have the same choices a man does cher.  They have very few.  And yours are much more difficult than mine. I didn’t have a mother and brother to think about. I was alone.  And I didn’t care what people said about me or thought about me. I survived, that was all that mattered. And as it turns out, I more than survived because I have learned what men want and the price they are willing to pay for it.  I deal in flesh cher, and I don’t make judgments about its temptations or its weaknesses, I just know its value to the men who must have its pleasures.  And I do it without…the illusion of love or romance or some…foolish dream of aristocracy that comes with placage.  But I can tell you with all certainty, your mother is right. Those same men who cannot take their eyes off you…will pay anything, anything for the pleasure of holding you. // Of owning me. // Yes // Like a slave. // If you see it that way. // I will never see it any other way. // Then your choice is an easy one.  And you will live with the consequences of that choice. Just as I have lived with mine.

Dolly Rose and Marie Ste. Marie, The Feast of All Saints (Showtime, 2001)