Today's post features excerpts from a book about Diana Sperling, who was an indefatigable painter of real life scenes during the Napoleonic era. She works in so many delightful details of her home, what people wore and did.
I love artwork by ordinary people who depicted their lives as they saw them. The emotions this art evokes are different from that I feel before the timelessness of great artists, but that might just be me. (In museums I'm always drawn to statuary that is modeled from real faces rather than the ideal or the generically beautiful.)