FLORENCE HARRISON (1877-1955)

Florence Harrison

Florence Susan Harrison (1877-1955)


While the late Pre-Raphaelite illustrations of Florence Harrison have always stood out from those of her contemporaries, too little has been read more...

Florence Harrison
Florence Susan Harrison (1877-1955)

While the late Pre-Raphaelite illustrations of Florence Harrison have always stood out from those of her contemporaries, too little has been known of her life, and much of that inaccurate. In the light of new research, which has been aided by members of her family, it is now possible to present an improved biography of the artist.

Florence Harrison was born on board the Windsor Castle, a ship bound from London to Brisbane, Australia, on 2 November 1877. She was the second daughter of Norwood Harrison, the ship’s captain, and his wife, Lucy. Though her father retired from active duties in 1882, Florence seems to have had a fairly peripatetic childhood. According to the official censuses: in 1881, she was staying at Rockhill House, Folkestone, Kent, a girls’ school run by Elizabeth Harrison, her maiden great-aunt; while, in 1901, she and her family – including two younger brothers – were living at 29 Colworth Road, Leyton, Essex. For at least two periods – 1908 to 1914 and 1918 to 1920 – she was based in Bruges, Belgium, a city that inspired many of her townscapes. There she met her close friend, the Irish writer, Enid Maud Dinnis, and followed her by converting from Anglicanism to Roman Catholicism.

In 1905, Harrison began to work as an illustrator of her own poetry for children. The books were issued by Blackie, her chief publisher throughout her career. At this stage her illustrations combined Pre-Raphaelite influences with the practices of
fin-de-siècle poster artists, and may be compared to those of such contemporary women illustrators as Jessie M King and Anne Anderson. At best, the colour plates have the luminosity and strong outlines of stained glass, while the line drawings have a decorative efflorescence.

In 1910, Harrison began to publish her illustrations to Romantic literary texts, including poetry by Christina Rossetti, Lord Tennyson and William Morris. Yet, at the same time, she contributed to popular annuals, appearing alongside Anne Anderson, Honor Appleton, Agnes Richardson, among many others. A turn to more overtly fantastic imagery was signalled by the appearance of her
Elfin Song in 1912.

Continuing to publish until the early 1940s, Harrison moved from London to Hove, Sussex, during the Blitz, and became companion and carer to her cousin, Mary Isobel Harrison. Following Mary’s death in 1943, Florence lived on in the rented flat until her death on 5 January 1955.

Further reading: Mary Jacobs, ‘Florence Susan Harrison’,
Studies in Illustration, Imaginative Book Illustration Society, no 46, winter 2010, pages 22-59 (with a bibliography of published illustrations)

Mary Jacobs must be acknowledged for her instrumental role in providing an accurate record of the life and work of Florence Harrison.

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Illustrations   
FOUR LITTLE LASSES TOOK ME TO THE FAIR by FLORENCE HARRISON

FOUR LITTLE LASSES TOOK ME TO THE FAIR

THE SHOWMAN SAID, 'I MUST WEEP AND WAIL,
FOR WHO WILL NOW BELIEVE IN THE TALE
OF MY BEAUTIFUL FLYING PIGGY.' by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE SHOWMAN SAID, 'I MUST WEEP AND WAIL, FOR WHO WILL NOW BELIEVE IN THE TALE OF MY BEAUTIFUL FLYING PIGGY.'

LITTLE BILLY BOATMAN, PUT OUT TO SEA;
I'LL GIVE YOU A PENNY IF YOU'LL TAKE ME by FLORENCE HARRISON

LITTLE BILLY BOATMAN, PUT OUT TO SEA; I'LL GIVE YOU A PENNY IF YOU'LL TAKE ME

THERE WE FED ON FROZEN DEW,
AND STRAWBERRIES WILD, AND HONEY TOO by FLORENCE HARRISON

THERE WE FED ON FROZEN DEW, AND STRAWBERRIES WILD, AND HONEY TOO

TOPPLY TILTS, HE WALKED ON STILTS,
AND THE FOLK CAME OUT TO SEE;
HE GREW SO PROUD, HE CRIED ALOUD,
"THERE'S NOBODY HERE LIKE ME." by FLORENCE HARRISON

TOPPLY TILTS, HE WALKED ON STILTS, AND THE FOLK CAME OUT TO SEE; HE GREW SO PROUD, HE CRIED ALOUD, "THERE'S NOBODY HERE LIKE ME."

PLAYING THE VIOLIN by FLORENCE HARRISON

PLAYING THE VIOLIN

THEY SHALL MEET AGAIN by FLORENCE HARRISON

THEY SHALL MEET AGAIN

THIS DOWNHILL PATH IS EASY, BUT THERE'S NO TURNING BACK by FLORENCE HARRISON

THIS DOWNHILL PATH IS EASY, BUT THERE'S NO TURNING BACK

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

PLAYING A ZITHER by FLORENCE HARRISON

PLAYING A ZITHER

BEATA MEA DOMINA by FLORENCE HARRISON

BEATA MEA DOMINA

I KISS THE LADY MARY'S HEAD,
HER LIPS, AND HER HAIR GOLDEN RED,
BECAUSE TO-DAY WE HAVE BEEN WED by FLORENCE HARRISON

I KISS THE LADY MARY'S HEAD, HER LIPS, AND HER HAIR GOLDEN RED, BECAUSE TO-DAY WE HAVE BEEN WED

BROKE OUT OF THE WOOD WITH ALL MY SPEARS by FLORENCE HARRISON

BROKE OUT OF THE WOOD WITH ALL MY SPEARS

THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN
WITH GOLDEN STARS ABOVE by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN WITH GOLDEN STARS ABOVE

THE LADY OF SHALOTT by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE LADY OF SHALOTT

THE PIPER by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE PIPER

PEEP IN A TENT
AND SEE WHAT WASN'T THERE by FLORENCE HARRISON

PEEP IN A TENT AND SEE WHAT WASN'T THERE

HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT by FLORENCE HARRISON

HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT

MARIGOLD MARY'S HAIR WAS GOLD,
HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT,
TILL SHE LOOKED, TO THAT OLD AND BALD KOBOLD,
LIKE A TORCH ALIGHT ON A WINDY NIGHT by FLORENCE HARRISON

MARIGOLD MARY'S HAIR WAS GOLD, HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT, TILL SHE LOOKED, TO THAT OLD AND BALD KOBOLD, LIKE A TORCH ALIGHT ON A WINDY NIGHT

THE RHYME OF A RUN by FLORENCE HARRISON

THE RHYME OF A RUN

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