A beautiful cold spring afternoon. Just got back from a walk with the dogs. Today is Caleb’s 12th birthday, and Charlotte Bronte’s, too. On our walk, ‘ere long, we met a petite Yorkie whose name I asked, and was told it is Charlotte.
I’m studying Jane Eyre pretty much full time. I continue to paint its scenes and post them with captions, at www.janefreemanart.com. Of course I paint to see what I think, but another motive in making these paintings is to dwell on and in the writing, as a form of visual hermeneutics, perhaps. So far there are about 75 images; except for one, the paintings below have not yet been posted. These illustrate the conflagration in Ch. 15, after Jane saves Rochester from being incinerated by Bertha Mason, on one of her nocturnal pyromaniac rounds.
The following pictures illustrate a subsequent crisis, in Chapter 20, also at the hands of Bertha Mason, who has bitten and stabbed her brother in the wee hours; his screams wake Mr. Rochester, Jane, and all the house-party guests. Rochester elicits Jane’s help, secretly, in getting Mason bandaged up and out of the house before dawn:
On these rapturously grim notes, happy birthday, Charlotte!