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”It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become”
-- Viva la Vida, Coldplay, Songwriters: Christopher A. J. Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / Jonathan Mark Buckland / William Champion
“As music is the poetry of sound, so is painting the poetry of sight.”
James McNeil Whistler
”Judith leaned against the small window ledge and looked inside. The frigid twilight air seeped past her cloak into her many layers of tunics and her well-worn bodice, and the painted ledge below her numb fingertips had dulled to the gray of a low sky. Behind the glass, the inn’s golden light beckoned, and though it was not yet suppertime, already drinkers dressed in shades of brown sat at small tables. Her teeth chattered with cold and nerves.”
It is February of 1633 as this story begins, and Judith Leyster has trusted a painting of hers to a man who is inside, to offer to sell this painting to those gathered. She was not, at that time, a member of the Guild, but in time she would become one of the first two women to attain master status in the Haarlem artist’s guild. On that evening, as she waited to receive the coins from her painting that would not come, it would have seemed like an impossible dream.
At the age of thirteen, she was apprenticed to Frans de Grebber. Ten years have passed since she began her apprenticeship, and she is not allowed to sell her art without achieving master status. It is not an easy road for a female, few have tried, none had yet been chosen. That does not mean that de Grebber does not believe in her, he does, but she will have to convince more people than just de Grebber.
Judith shares this story with Maria, the daughter of de Grebber, around her own age, and an artist-in-training, as well. But Maria is more devoted to her religion, to the Catholic Church and its teachings, which have been banned there. There are other characters, but primarily this is a story of the art world, the lives of female artists, or women who were trying to become formally recognized as artists, in the Haarlem artist guild.
The writing is often lovely, the story is set in a time when any woman trying to create a path of her own was not only difficult, but often put them in a dangerous position. Callaghan’s attention to detail really has a transporting effect, and I felt and saw it all as I was reading this. The atmosphere of the streets reminded me, a bit, of the descriptive writing in Jessie Burton’s The Miniaturist, which I enjoyed, but I would have to say that I enjoyed this a bit more.
Three hundred and eighty-five years have passed since Judith’s dreams of becoming an acknowledged artist came true, and yet, even with that recognition bestowed upon her, she would never, in her lifetime, achieve the status of her male peers.
Pub Date: 13 NOV 2018
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Amberjack Publishing