#george william joy

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Sleeping Joan of Arc (1895)

by George William Joy

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Laodamia (1878) by George William Joy (Irish, 1844 – 1925) oil on canvas, 107.3 × 153.3 cm (42.2 × 60.3 in), Portsmouth Museums

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Sleeping Joan of Arc — George William Joy (1844-1925)

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George William Joy (Irish, 1844-1925)

Sleeping Joan of Arc

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fury from the deep (it was never about the ocean)

Flora MacDonald’s Farewell to Prince Charlie by George Joy.

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Gold. Warm, honey-thick gold pooling across old stone. A woman stands centered in a vine-covered niche, her right arm raised, fingers reaching toward a small winged figure in the upper left - a putto, round-cheeked, peering over the ledge with something between mischief and tenderness. It holds out an oval object, perhaps a mirror or wreath, and she stretches toward it. Her left hand hangs loose at her hip, relaxed, unbothered. Ivy climbs the wall behind them both, dark olive threads winding through the architecture. Her skin catches light from the left, soft and unbroken, porcelain against ochre. The shadows don't cut - they breathe, pooling gently beneath her raised arm, along her ribs, down to where the floor turns dark and wet and faintly reflective. At her feet: white lilies, fallen or placed, their petals impossibly clean against that damp ground. George William Joy painted this with the patience of someone arranging silence - every surface considered, every temperature deliberate. The warm skin, the cool green, the space between reaching and receiving. And flowers no one has picked up yet. Quelle: meisterdrucke.com

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Laodamia

George William Joy

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George William Joy (Irish, 1844-1925) Truth and a little child, 1893 The Red Lodge, Palace Court Bayswater A little child having lowered her bucket into an old and disused well was surprised to see therein standing the very goddess of truth herself who having shewn her face in a glass and filled her bucket with sweet water from her well, straightaway vanished.