Lear, Edward (1812 – 1888) – Greece; Corfu, the view ‘from Spartera’.

Lear, Edward (1812 - 1888)
Greece; Corfu, the view 'from Spartera'. Pencil, pen and ink. Inscribed and dated, 12th May 1862, the artist's 50th Birthday. An extract from the artist's diary: 'Monday, 12 May 1862 / My 50th birthday. Rose at 4.20: ― off by 5.15. Long winding paths through olive groves: then dips & struggles with quite wild places, stuffed with all sorts of underwood, the old olives growing tangly all about ... A man passing, & asked the way to Sparterò ... superb scenery all about the place ... the quiet, warmth, & semishade are delightful ... After death perhaps I shall be a tree ― a cloud ― a cabbage ― or silence in the next world: but most possibly an ass ... At 1, or 1.30 ― into the Monastery, & drew till 3 ― awfully tortured by fleas, & obliged to stand in the sun all the time. As soon as I got to the sea I bathed ― killing 11 fleas first ...'. 12x19.5 inches. Framed: 19x26 inches.

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An extract from the artist’s diary:

“Monday, 12 May 1862
My 50th birthday. Rose at 4.20: ― off by 5.15.

Long winding paths through olive groves: then dips & struggles with quite wild places, stuffed with all sorts of underwood, the old olives growing tangly all about … A man passing, & asked the way to Sparterò … superb scenery all about the place … the quiet, warmth, & semishade are delightful … After death perhaps I shall be a tree ― a cloud ― a cabbage ― or silence in the next world: but most possibly an ass … At 1, or 1.30 ― into the Monastery, & drew till 3 ― awfully tortured by fleas, & obliged to stand in the sun all the time. As soon as I got to the sea I bathed ― killing 11 fleas first …”

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An extract from the artist’s diary:

“Monday, 12 May 1862
My 50th birthday. Rose at 4.20: ― off by 5.15.

Long winding paths through olive groves: then dips & struggles with quite wild places, stuffed with all sorts of underwood, the old olives growing tangly all about … A man passing, & asked the way to Sparterò … superb scenery all about the place … the quiet, warmth, & semishade are delightful … After death perhaps I shall be a tree ― a cloud ― a cabbage ― or silence in the next world: but most possibly an ass … At 1, or 1.30 ― into the Monastery, & drew till 3 ― awfully tortured by fleas, & obliged to stand in the sun all the time. As soon as I got to the sea I bathed ― killing 11 fleas first …”