Edith Holden, the Edwardian Lady

 

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Our acts have consequences. An often, this consequences could be strong many generations later.

A good example, as a bad ones, can persist many years after the disappearance of who originated them.

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The dedication, the attention to detail, the love for nature, the introspection, time spent to paint with watercolors the gorgeous beauty of the English countryside and its wildlife.

This few words define the spirit of Edith Holden, the Edwardian Lady, who through her work inspire many generations.

She was born under the complete name of Edith Blackwell Holden (26 September 1871 – 15 March 1920) in Moseley, Birmingham. She was a British artist and art teacher. Her most notorious work is “The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady”, published on 1977.

Edith’s mother, Emma Wearing, was a former governess who wrote two religious books (Ursula’s Childhood and Beatrice of St. Mawse). Edith’s father, Arthur Holden, owned a Paint Factory (Arthur Holden & Son’s) in Bradford Street, Birmingham. Also he was the Town Councillor and charity worker.

Edith had a prolific career. Her paintings were exhibited in the Royal Birmingham Society of Artist (1890-1907) and in the Royal Academy of Arts (1907-1917).

The 1911 brought to her a marriage with the sculptor Alfred Ernest Smith. But only nine years after her days arrived to an end, when collecting flowers from a riverbank at Kew Gardens, she fall and drowned in the Thames river. A dramatic end.

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Indeed her illustrations evoke an innocent, detailed and bucolic insight of, a not so far, past time when nature was perceived in a more organic and romantic way.

And an invitation to a personal reflexion is inevitable. It is important knowing how to choose, carefully, in what to invest your time, and your energy…

As well as which thoughts, emotions and finally words chosen could stay with someone for the rest of his/her life. Is equivalent to say that is important to be kind, specially to those who cares about you, because a nice memory can be a float for stormy times ahead…

 

 

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