However, though they cannot
appreciate the artist as artist, they
are quite ready to
appreciate the artist as a man. They are very
sensitive to kindness, respect and
generosity. A beautiful model
who had sat for two years to one of our most
distinguished English
painters, got engaged to a street vendor of penny ices.
On her marriage the
painter sent her a pretty
wedding present, and
received in return a nice letter of thanks with the following
remarkablepostscript: 'Never eat the green ices!'
When they are tired a wise artist gives them a rest. Then they sit
in a chair and read penny dreadfuls, till they are roused from the
tragedy of
literature to take their place again in the
tragedy of
art. A few of them smoke cigarettes. This, however, is regarded
by the other models as showing a want of
seriousness, and is not
generally approved of. They are engaged by the day and by the
half-day. The
tariff is a
shilling an hour, to which great artists
usually add an omnibus fare. The two best things about them are
their
extraordinary prettiness, and their
extreme respectability.
As a class they are very well behaved, particularly those who sit
for the figure, a fact which is curious or natural according to the
view one takes of human nature. They usually marry well, and
sometimes they marry the artist. For an artist to marry his model
is as fatal as for a GOURMET to marry his cook: the one gets no
sittings, and the other gets no dinners.
On the whole the English
female models are very naive, very
natural, and very good-humoured. The virtues which the artist
values most in them are prettiness and punctuality. Every sensible
model
consequently keeps a diary of her engagements, and dresses
neatly. The bad season is, of course, the summer, when the artists
are out of town. However, of late years some artists have engaged
their models to follow them, and the wife of one of our most
charmingpainters has often had three or four models under her
charge in the country, so that the work of her husband and his
friends should not be interrupted. In France the models
migrate EN
MASSE to the little
seaport villages or forest hamlets where the
painters
congregate. The English models, however, wait patiently
in London, as a rule, till the artists come back. Nearly all of
them live with their parents, and help to support the house. They
have every
qualification for being immortalised in art except that
of beautiful hands. The hands of the English model are nearly
always
coarse and red.
As for the male models, there is the
veteran whom we have mentioned
above. He has all the
traditions of the grand style, and is
rapidly disappearing with the school he represents. An old man who
talks about Fuseli is, of course, unendurable, and, besides,
patriarchs have ceased to be
fashionable subjects. Then there is
the true Academy model. He is usually a man of thirty,
rarelygood-looking, but a perfect
miracle of muscles. In fact he is the
apotheosis of
anatomy, and is so
conscious of his own splendour
that he tells you of his tibia and his thorax, as if no one else
had anything of the kind. Then come the Oriental models. The
supply of these is
limited, but there are always about a dozen in
London. They are very much sought after as they can remain
immobile for hours, and generally possess lovely costumes.
However, they have a very poor opinion of English art, which they
regard as something between a
vulgarpersonality and a commonplace
photograph. Next we have the Italian youth who has come over
specially to be a model, or takes to it when his organ is out of
repair. He is often quite
charming with his large
melancholy eyes,
his crisp hair, and his slim brown figure. It is true he eats
garlic, but then he can stand like a faun and couch like a leopard,
so he is
forgiven. He is always full of pretty compliments, and
has been known to have kind words of
encouragement for even our