"Portrait of Agnes Elizabeth Claflin" by William Morris Hunt |
One large closet, well filled with choice souvenirs of European art. 'Nest eggs for the children,' he called these pictures. Among the Millet pictures were five or six that still remained in their old French frames. The loss of Hunt's own work was very great. One wall of the studio was lined with cartoons of life-size, full-length portraits, which in their dusky corner seemed like studies made by Velasquez, Raphael, or Titian. Several finished portraits stood on different easels, ready to be sent to their owners.
One
lady, more fortunate than others, had called at the studio the day
before, and asked leave to carry home the scarcely finished portrait of
her husband. Her zeal won the day, and the portrait thus escaped the
flames. Three or four which were burned had to be again painted by the
artist, a severe loss of time and money.
One exquisite portrait, ordered by Mrs. Claflin, had been a work of
untiring devotion. This lady had lost her young daughter, and possessed
but a single tin-type of the head. She had come to Hunt with such
earnestness and simplicity, begging him to try to paint it, that,
touched by her mother's love, and her confidence in his work, he
resolved to succeed at any cost to himself.
He
spared not himself in the least. He depicted the young girl dressed in
white muslin, and standing thoughtfully in an out-door atmosphere, with a
suggestion of white birches in the background. To get the idea needed
he posed one of his own daughters on the driveway at his Milton home, and took rapid mental
notes of the way the child looked against the sky, distance, and
middleground. That idea was kept throughout the picture of Miss Claflin.
For
the gown and for general effect, her young cousin posed in the studio;
and after weeks of careful, loving work, the picture was
completed, only to be destroyed in the Summer Street fire. It is said
to have been thrown from a window of the studio, and trampled under foot
in the excited crowd.
Fortunately,
Hunt had begun the picture in his usual way, by making, on a white
canvas, a charcoal drawing of the subject as he wished it to look in the
painting. The sketch had been sent to Mrs. Claflin for a few days, and
was thus saved from the flames.
So
great was her sympathy for the artist in his loss that she said, 'Mr.
Hunt, if you wish me to be satisfied with the charcoal sketch, I will
not ask you to paint another picture.' Hunt replied, 'I do not wish you
to be satisfied with the charcoal. I will repeat my work as soon as
possible.
When
the picture was completed, the family pronounced it to be quite as
satisfactory as the first. When Hunt parted with it, tears came into his
eyes, and he said, 'It is too much to believe. I did not expect them to
be satisfied. It is hard to part with that picture. I have given a good
deal of heart-work to it.' "
To be continued
(Excerpts from "The Art-Life of William Morris Hunt" by Helen Mary Knowlton.)
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