Madeleine Emerald Thiele

The Victorian Butterfly muses upon Art, Angels & other stuff in between.

Heroism: The Face of Thomas Carlyle

A fitting way to end a conference entitled Rediscovering Carlyle is to rediscover the face and the character of the man himself. The Rediscovering Carlyle conference at Oxford has shown us all aspects of Carlyle’s influence and legacy. We know... Continue Reading →

The Valiant by Aubrey Beardsley

The Valiant: A ballad by Aubrey Beardsley The valiant was a noble bark As ever ploughed the sea, A noble crew she also had As ever there might be. When once at night upon the deep The Valiant did sail,... Continue Reading →

Visual Theology II Programme

We’re delighted to confirm a wonderful line-up of speakers below for our John Ruskin bicentenary event, Ruskin and the Pre-Raphaelites: Sacre Conversazioni  Timings and biographies will be published in our printed programme for the event. Booking is now live online and... Continue Reading →

But it’s Easter, and we must suffer.

This monologue is extracted from the play Easter by August Strindberg (1901) Eleanor (aged 16) has been away in an asylum, and has returned to her family unexpectedly. Her family are disgraced because their father has been sent to prison... Continue Reading →

The Burne-Jones Retrospective at Tate Britain


John Ruskin on The Light of the World

To the Editor of the Times Sir, I trust that, with your usual kindness and liberality, you will give me room in your columns for a few words respecting the principal Pre-Raphaelite picture in the Exhibition of the Royal Academy... Continue Reading →

Edward Burne-Jones at the Tate

‘I mean for my pictures to be a beautiful dream’ Edward Burne-Jones Tate Britain’s major Edward Burne-Jones retrospective closes in a few weeks. The rich petrol teals, the deep blues and the nearly papal purples of the Tate’s sensuous exhibition... Continue Reading →

The Wine of Circe by Rossetti

Dusk-haired and gold-robed o’er the golden wine She stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame, Sink the black drops; while, lit with fragrant flame, Round her spread board the golden sunflowers shine. Doth Helios here with Hecaté combine (O Circe,... Continue Reading →

Not Paolo, but Cheese

In a cloister of S. Miniato without Florence, also, he wrought the lives of the Holy Fathers, chiefly in terra-verde, and partly in colour; wherein he paid little regard to effecting harmony by painting with one colour, as should be... Continue Reading →

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