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Albert Moore
Albert Moore (1841-93) was one of the most remarkable artists of the nineteenth century. In a single-minded quest for ideal beauty, he created many of the celebrated icons of the Victorian era, yet the progressive ideas that underpinned his life and art have previously remained cloaked in shadow. Robyn Asleson's monograph - the first to be published on the artist for over 100 years - seeks to restore the artist to his rightful place in art history, while also shedding fresh light on his mysterious personality and lifestyle. Asleson presents new evidence to debunk the myth of his hermetic existence, re-examines his notorious exclusion from Royal Academy membership, and documents his close relationship with James MacNeill Whistler - demonstrating that Moore's influence on his older and more famous friend was far greater than has hitherto been assumed. Moore emerges as the most radical exponent of English Aestheticism and a passionate and audacious crusader for abstract beauty who anticipated, to an incredible degree, the aesthetic concerns of twentieth-century Modernism.
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240 pages, Paperback
Published March 31, 2004
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March 27, 2013
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''...By March 1893, Moore was contemplating a third operation. He reportedly hoped to keep his illness at bay by repeating these painful procedures indefinitely. Once surgery became impossible, he often remarked with a shrug, 'well, there was an end of it.' As it happened, Moore's doctors knew within weeks that the cancer had spread to his organs, making recovery impossible. With remarkable pragmatism, he resolved to complete 'The Loves of the Winds and the Seasons' in the brief time remaining to him. For the next six months, he toiled day and night, in acute pain, fearful of losing an hour. According to one report, 'he had to be strung up in a hammock chair, in wich he worked while his legs, swollen to twice their natural size, were tapped for dropsy.' Robertson had the impression that the effort 'was killing him', but that 'as his life passed into the fair limbs of the Winds and the Seasons he was happy.''' -- p.199
''...By March 1893, Moore was contemplating a third operation. He reportedly hoped to keep his illness at bay by repeating these painful procedures indefinitely. Once surgery became impossible, he often remarked with a shrug, 'well, there was an end of it.' As it happened, Moore's doctors knew within weeks that the cancer had spread to his organs, making recovery impossible. With remarkable pragmatism, he resolved to complete 'The Loves of the Winds and the Seasons' in the brief time remaining to him. For the next six months, he toiled day and night, in acute pain, fearful of losing an hour. According to one report, 'he had to be strung up in a hammock chair, in wich he worked while his legs, swollen to twice their natural size, were tapped for dropsy.' Robertson had the impression that the effort 'was killing him', but that 'as his life passed into the fair limbs of the Winds and the Seasons he was happy.''' -- p.199
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