I strongly reccommend reading this well-written, well-researched, intelligent biography of a fascinating but tragic man.
Often frustrated, never satisfied, frequently melancholic, deeply unhappy, Edward Lear - writer and visual artist - lead a fascinatingly varied life. He travelled widely over southern Europe and in India, sketching wherever he went. His skill as both a landscape and a zoological/botanical artist was supreme, but he felt unable to draw humans to his satisfaction. Although he was a master in water-colour and sketching, he strove to create great works in oil, a medium which brought him scant success. He felt that others believed that oil was superior to watercolour and pencil etc., and it commanded high selling prices. Yet, today many would kill to own one of his watercolours or even pencil sketches.
As a 'wordsmith', he was unrivalled both in his powers of description and his production of 'nonsense' works. It is the latter by which many remember him. A prolific letter-writer, Lear favoured his visualworks over his literary, which were highly successful and sold well during and after his life.
Lear was a wanderer. His quest to see new places and to keep revisiting old ones was partly due to his fear of loneliness. He never married nor did he have other long-term or even short-term relationships. This was because he had rightly felt rejected by his mother, and ,also, wished to hide the fact that he was epileptic. Although he always feared being alone, he was surrounded by friends, who often helped him by giving him commissions or simply donations of money. His friends included leading figures in 19th century British cultural life, for example the artist Holman Hunt and the poet Alfred Lord Tennyson. He also socialised with aristocrats and high government officials.
This biography has fascinated me and made me want to read more of Lear's writing, especially his marvellous travel journals.