Slide Projector: The Pre-Raphaelites

Hello again! Dear me, somewhere between ending another school year and starting an internship, two weeks have quickly slipped by without a post. But this means I have a backlog of projects to share with you in the coming weeks (the craft closet is approaching completion and the dollhouse is finally going to be unveiled!). Before I completely abandon academics for the summer I wanted to add to the "Slide Projector" series with a group of artists I studied during the year.It's at the end of the first floor corridor, behind the dove gray door on the right. Room 1542, where the daydreamiest of students drift off on a bit of time travel. Not to the oft frequented Parisian exhibitions of most 19th century art history courses, but to England. To the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and their circle, a thoroughly fascinating band of romantics, brooding and avant-garde, with the requisite starry eyed poet among them. They were fascinated by the medieval, and displaced by the shock of industrialism's soot and steam. Onto the banks of Ophelia's watery grave, across fields after rain, a vibrancy of color and gloried nature spills from their brushes, tempered by a compelling quality of the mysterious and the unsaid.