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THE ILLUSTRATORS 2009 - THE BRITISH ART OF ILLUSTRATION 1870-2009

14 November 2009 - 9 January 2010

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EMMA CHICHESTER CLARK (Born 1955)

CROC MAKING PANCAKES SNIP, SNIP – SHE CUT OFF A GOOD PORTION OF THE DWARF'S BEARD IT WAS A DWARF WITH HIS LONG BEARD TRAPPED UNDER THE TREE TRUNK
CROC MAKING PANCAKES SNIP, SNIP – SHE CUT OFF A GOOD PORTION OF THE DWARF'S BEARD IT WAS A DWARF WITH HIS LONG BEARD TRAPPED UNDER THE TREE TRUNK
DON'T JUST STAND THERE, WATCHING ME DROWN! THE GIRLS' MOTHER CAME TO LIVE WITH THEM IN THE PALACE AND SHE BROUGHT HER TWO ROSE TREES WITH HER THE THIRTEEN FAIRIES
DON'T JUST STAND THERE, WATCHING ME DROWN! THE GIRLS' MOTHER CAME TO LIVE WITH THEM IN THE PALACE AND SHE BROUGHT HER TWO ROSE TREES WITH HER THE THIRTEEN FAIRIES
THEN, THE UNINVITED FAIRY FLEW INTO THE ROOM ALL FOUR SET OFF TOWARDS THE FOREST THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE
THEN, THE UNINVITED FAIRY FLEW INTO THE ROOM ALL FOUR SET OFF TOWARDS THE FOREST THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE
IN A FIT OF RAGE, SHE SEIZED A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND VICIOUSLY LOPPED OFF RAPUNZEL'S HAIR A PRINCE WAS RIDING THROUGH THE FOREST THE WITCH PICKED UP THE CHILD, CALLED HER RAPUNZEL, AND TOOK HER AWAY
IN A FIT OF RAGE, SHE SEIZED A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND VICIOUSLY LOPPED OFF RAPUNZEL'S HAIR A PRINCE WAS RIDING THROUGH THE FOREST THE WITCH PICKED UP THE CHILD, CALLED HER RAPUNZEL, AND TOOK HER AWAY
RAPUNZEL AND THE PRINCE TRAVELLED BACK TO HIS FATHER'S KINGDOM, WHERE THEY LIVED HAPPILY THE TABLE WAS SET WITH SEVEN PLATES SURELY YOU CAN HAVE ONE OF MY DELICIOUS, JUICY APPLES?
RAPUNZEL AND THE PRINCE TRAVELLED BACK TO HIS FATHER'S KINGDOM, WHERE THEY LIVED HAPPILY THE TABLE WAS SET WITH SEVEN PLATES SURELY YOU CAN HAVE ONE OF MY DELICIOUS, JUICY APPLES?
WILD ANIMALS HOWLED AND BARKED BUT NONE TOUCHED HER ALL THE DWARVES CROWDED ROUND ALL SEVEN OF THEM WISHED HER AND HER PRINCE A LONG AND HAPPY LIFE
WILD ANIMALS HOWLED AND BARKED BUT NONE TOUCHED HER ALL THE DWARVES CROWDED ROUND ALL SEVEN OF THEM WISHED HER AND HER PRINCE A LONG AND HAPPY LIFE
'NOW GIVE ME A KISS', SAID THE FROG ONE NIGHT, THE DOOR TO HER CHAMBER FLEW OPEN AND THERE STOOD THE LITTLE MAN ONCE MORE, GRINNING SLYLY FROM EAR TO EAR THE PRINCESSES' SATIN SHOES
'NOW GIVE ME A KISS', SAID THE FROG ONE NIGHT, THE DOOR TO HER CHAMBER FLEW OPEN AND THERE STOOD THE LITTLE MAN ONCE MORE, GRINNING SLYLY FROM EAR TO EAR THE PRINCESSES' SATIN SHOES
EVERY PRINCESS GOT INTO A BOAT 'PUT THIS ON YOUR SHOULDERS,' SHE WHISPERED, 'AND IT WILL MAKE YOU INVISIBLE' LITTLE GREEN CROC WITH SUITCASE
EVERY PRINCESS GOT INTO A BOAT 'PUT THIS ON YOUR SHOULDERS,' SHE WHISPERED, 'AND IT WILL MAKE YOU INVISIBLE' LITTLE GREEN CROC WITH SUITCASE
THEIR WICKED STEPMOTHER SHOUTED AT THEM THE BEAR CAME IN AND SAT BY THE FIRE 'ARE YOU MAD?' HOWLED THE DWARF
THEIR WICKED STEPMOTHER SHOUTED AT THEM THE BEAR CAME IN AND SAT BY THE FIRE 'ARE YOU MAD?' HOWLED THE DWARF
THE WITCH GRABBED HIM BY THE ARM SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL, SO SERENE, THAT HE COULD NOT TEAR HIS GAZE AWAY FROM HER  
THE WITCH GRABBED HIM BY THE ARM SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL, SO SERENE, THAT HE COULD NOT TEAR HIS GAZE AWAY FROM HER

COIDE (JAMES JACQUES JOSEPH TISSOT) (1836-1902)

MR GEORGE BENTINCK, MP   
MR GEORGE BENTINCK, MP

PAUL COX (Born 1957)

LARRY HAD SPENT THE EVENING SINGING MORE AND MORE DISMALLY EVEN LUGARETZIA WAS NOT SAFE, AND HAD HER BOTTOM PINCHED STARING AT MOTHER WITH EMBARRASING INTENSITY
LARRY HAD SPENT THE EVENING SINGING MORE AND MORE DISMALLY EVEN LUGARETZIA WAS NOT SAFE, AND HAD HER BOTTOM PINCHED STARING AT MOTHER WITH EMBARRASING INTENSITY
YOU OUGHT TO BE CERTIFIED! HIS BEARING CONTINUED PLACID AND UNMOVED ROGER HAD POUNCED
YOU OUGHT TO BE CERTIFIED! HIS BEARING CONTINUED PLACID AND UNMOVED ROGER HAD POUNCED
HIS GNARLED HAND WAS RAISED IN SALUTE IF JEEVES SETS OUT TO SHIFT A FELLOW FROM SPOT A TO SPOT B, FROM A STATE-ROOM ON A YACHT, FOR INSTANCE, TO THE SHORE IN FRONT OF HIS COTTAGE, HE JUST DOES IT 'CARE TO LOOK OVER THE BOAT?' HE ASKED
HIS GNARLED HAND WAS RAISED IN SALUTE IF JEEVES SETS OUT TO SHIFT A FELLOW FROM SPOT A TO SPOT B, FROM A STATE-ROOM ON A YACHT, FOR INSTANCE, TO THE SHORE IN FRONT OF HIS COTTAGE, HE JUST DOES IT 'CARE TO LOOK OVER THE BOAT?' HE ASKED
I AM TEMPORARILY IN RETIREMENT   
I AM TEMPORARILY IN RETIREMENT

WALTER CRANE, RWS RI ROI (1845-1915)

WHEN SLEEP FORSOOK MY OPEN EYE, WHO WAS IT SUNG SWEET HUSHABY, AND ROCK'D ME THAT I SHOULD NOT CRY? MY MOTHER. WHEN PAIN AND SICKNESS MADE ME CRY, WHO GAZED UPON MY HEAVY EYE, AND WEPT FOR FEAR THAT I SHOULD DIE? MY MOTHER. WHO DRESS'D MY DOLL IN CLOTHES SO GAY, AND TAUGHT ME PRETTY HOW TO PLAY. AND MINDED ALL I HAD TO SAY? MY MOTHER.
WHEN SLEEP FORSOOK MY OPEN EYE, WHO WAS IT SUNG SWEET HUSHABY, AND ROCK'D ME THAT I SHOULD NOT CRY? MY MOTHER. WHEN PAIN AND SICKNESS MADE ME CRY, WHO GAZED UPON MY HEAVY EYE, AND WEPT FOR FEAR THAT I SHOULD DIE? MY MOTHER. WHO DRESS'D MY DOLL IN CLOTHES SO GAY, AND TAUGHT ME PRETTY HOW TO PLAY. AND MINDED ALL I HAD TO SAY? MY MOTHER.
WHO RAN TO HELP ME WHEN I FELL, AND WOULD SOME PRETTY STORY TELL, OR KISS THE PLACE TO MAKE IT WELL? MY MOTHER. AND CAN I EVER CEASE TO BE AFFECTIONATE AND KIND TO THEE, WHO WAS SO VERY KIND TO ME? MY MOTHER. WHEN THOU ART FEEBLE, OLD, AND GRAY, MY HEALTHY ARM SHALL BE THY STAY, AND I WILL SOOTHE THY PAINS AWAY. MY MOTHER.
WHO RAN TO HELP ME WHEN I FELL, AND WOULD SOME PRETTY STORY TELL, OR KISS THE PLACE TO MAKE IT WELL? MY MOTHER. AND CAN I EVER CEASE TO BE AFFECTIONATE AND KIND TO THEE, WHO WAS SO VERY KIND TO ME? MY MOTHER. WHEN THOU ART FEEBLE, OLD, AND GRAY, MY HEALTHY ARM SHALL BE THY STAY, AND I WILL SOOTHE THY PAINS AWAY. MY MOTHER.
AND WHEN I SEE THEE HANG THY HEAD, 'TWILL BE MY TURN TO WATCH THY BED. AND TEARS OF SWEET AFFECTION SHED, MY MOTHER. AS SPELL-BOUND BEAUTY'S, BOWERED DEEP; AGE-LONG WAS FAIR COLUMBIA'S SLEEP  
AND WHEN I SEE THEE HANG THY HEAD, 'TWILL BE MY TURN TO WATCH THY BED. AND TEARS OF SWEET AFFECTION SHED, MY MOTHER. AS SPELL-BOUND BEAUTY'S, BOWERED DEEP; AGE-LONG WAS FAIR COLUMBIA'S SLEEP

 

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