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J W Waterhouse|Flower Fairy Garden Ornaments|Grim Reaper Drawings-Ophelia

Updated on August 4, 2014

Facts About J W Waterhouse|Flower Fairy Garden Ornaments|Grim Reaper Drawings-Ophelia

Waterhouse is one of my favorite artists. I oft times imagine a world within his with flower fairy ornaments as my own. His passion, is of course unmistakable, as is his world that reached out to fantasy as well. Goth art of his time touching on the dark side, is noted by the fact that he painted Ophelia many times. While knowing his fate was coming, because he had cancer, he painted Ophelia and that is just haunting. It seems like grim reaper artwork of that era, humm?. Thank goodness we have fine art paintings reproduction avenues. I have purchased several books about J W Waterhouse and look at them often. I try to fill my art library continually, so that when I cannot attend museums, I actually have access to a small one right inside my house! His work is like fantasy art taken to a new level because it is made real. You cannot look at it and not feel the magic of literature. His work is almost lustful as it seduces you into its magic. Flower fairy ornaments, fine art reproduction paintings, grim reaper artwork, all within your grasp as you search out his talent and spirit of creativity.






The lyrics to this song sung by Lorenna McKennit are by Tennyson. They are posted below.

The cd is also available for purchase lower on the page.


Waterhouse - Apparel

I am IN LOVE with the work if Waterhouse.

The Lady of Shalott by J W Waterhouse

The Lady of Shalott by J W Waterhouse
The Lady of Shalott by J W Waterhouse

Flower Fairy Garden Ornaments

This is a poem I wrote. I signifies a lot of emotions. We have all traveled dark paths it we have traveled at all. Isn't that so?

"Buried Roses"

Oh so beautiful older women galleries

and oh my dear Lily

I found your pictures there


Fairies illustrations

gothic angel art

kept in a dust covered coffin.

Roses in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

Don't polish the roses unless you plan to keep them

they told me that they don't like being touched

and so I won't.

Clear intent

a line of chalk

gentle yet cumbersome

if you want to go chasing rainbows.

What's the matter with those bells?

neglected and yet

they continue ringing.

I never wondered why

until we buried the roses.

Pink mountains

invite the tainted noise

bells ring

reminding me roses were once present.

Lily, past the brazen trail

tried to save them

or maybe not.

I guess she was not breathing after all.

I thought I understood her goal.

She used to comb my hair for me

never how I liked it

but still

at least she knew how to weave the colors.

I never thought it was an intrusion

until now of course.

Now that the roses have been drowned.

Dying words

fragrance misunderstood

or maybe missing altogether?

We should never mess with nature

that's what Lily always says.

If I conform will you?

Will you Lily?

If we gather clippings

will you help me?

Have pity on the wounded bird

that is somehow us.

Set flowers on your table

noting the present and the past.

Penetrate the clouds

interrupt the rain

call it a special day.

Oh Lily!

I take so much back.

You shine where I couldn't

it is all a falsehood

those notions we grieved over.

Healing is actually blended

and roses that fell short

surface when sorrow is embraced.

Know that victim

and she will heal you.

I've met my mentor

coaxed from the devil


this woman at a gallery

we knew her when we were young.

I stroked that line

savored antics that seemed off limits

held up by all those boundaries

crumbling before our eyes.

Truth be told

it is they

that bells chime for.

Or maybe that's just me that thinks so.

After I find you again Lily

can we make a pact?

Lets assume that mistakes can meet cures

and once paraded above the wet ground

where all those roses lie

we will know

once again

their sorrow is fleeting.

Beautiful older women galleries

dear Lily

I found your pictures there.

Torn and worn


fairies illustrations

gothic angel art

kept in a dust covered coffin.

I pulled them out

still melting

yet hopeful.

I held my breath

or was it yours?

Oh Lily!

There among the leaves

roses awoke once more

in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Copyright 2008


The Lady of Shalott

JW Waterhouse painted the image of "The Lady of Shalott" Here below is part of that poem:

The Lady of Shalott

Alfred Lord Tennyson

(Note: As mentioned above, Tennyson wrote two versions of the poem--one in 1832 and one in 1842. This one appears to be the 1842 version.)

Part I

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

To many-tower'd Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Thro' the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil'd,

Slide the heavy barges trail'd

By slow horses; and unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd

Skimming down to Camelot:

But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

Or is she known in all the land,

The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early

In among the bearded barley,

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly,

Down to tower'd Camelot:

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy

Lady of Shalott."

Part II

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

Boreas by J W Waterhouse

Boreas by J W Waterhouse
Boreas by J W Waterhouse

Flower Fairies Garden Ornaments and Art Work in a Butterfly Garden, A Fantasy Fairies Call

"Flower Fairies Garden Ornaments and Art Work in a Butterfly Garden, A Fantasy Fairies Call"

Art work in butterfly garden.

What a lovely day.

Flower fairies garden ornaments

line my sidewalk.

I try to capture this moment

notice it is grand

put it inside my pocket

butterfly in a garden.

It is the moon that settles


bringing me my moods

just outside this window.

I think of my flower fairies

garden ornaments?


Real and breathing friends to me.

The moon.

There is a part of me that fears its light

those unsettled plans

notations that I could have done better.

They keep me up at night.

Don't say one word.

Don't take her calls.

Whenever the crows approach

dye this fabric past mistakes

don't block out all those stars

do not settle for sequins

sewn inside your diary.

I will not settle for less

I will no longer listen

I will not entertain those moonlit tears.

Let them settle on the ground

mud dries eventually.

Salty tears will mingle with new rain

fresh new rain.

Outspoken fantasy fairies

remind me of colors

climbing vines reach up to the trees

beautiful wisteria.

Fantasy fairies smile

giggle sometimes

remind me how easy laughter comes

once you start to smile.

I look at all my gifts

flower fairies garden ornaments

art work in butterfly garden

laughter comes in cycles.

Moon step back and see me

let me step outside the shadows

or is it let me see myself?

I cherish the lines

the curves

the starts of new adventures

lead me none the less dear moon

despite all

I still rely on all your stories.

Flower fairies garden ornaments

art work in butterfly garden.

Laughter comes in cycles


as do tears

inconvenient truths

and I most humbly resign to it all.

Tiny angels, fantasy fairies

sequins pinned to the moon

blessed changes

hear me call

dear goddess in me.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

copyright 2008

Facts About Waterhouse from Wikipedia

He was born in Rome to the painters William and Isabela Waterhouse, but when he was five the family moved to South Kensington, near the newly founded Victoria and Albert Museum. He studied painting under his father before entering the Royal Academy schools in 1870. His early works were of classical themes in the spirit of Alma-Tadema and Frederic Leighton, and were exhibited at the Royal Academy, the Society of British Artists and the Dudley Gallery.

Later career...

In 1874, at the age of twenty-five, Waterhouse submitted the classical allegory Sleep and His Half-Brother Death to the Royal Academy's Summer Exhibition. The painting was very well received and he exhibited at the RA almost every year afterwards until his death in 1917. In 1883 he married Esther Kenworthy, the daughter of an art schoolmaster from Ealing who had exhibited her own flower-paintings at the Royal Academy and elsewhere. They had two children, but both died in childhood.

In 1895 Waterhouse was elected to the status of full Academician. He taught at the St. John's Wood Art School, joined the St John's Wood Arts Club, and served on the Royal Academy Council.

One of Waterhouse's most famous paintings is The Lady of Shalott, a study of Elaine of Astolat, who dies of grief when Lancelot will not love her. He actually painted three different versions of this character, in 1888, 1896, and 1916.

Another of Waterhouse's favorite subjects was Ophelia; the most famous of his paintings of Ophelia depicts her just before her death, putting flowers in her hair as she sits on a tree branch leaning over a lake. Like The Lady of Shalott and other Waterhouse paintings, it deals with a woman dying in or near water. He also may have been inspired by paintings of Ophelia by Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Millais. He submitted his Ophelia painting of 1888 in order to receive his diploma from the Royal Academy. (He had originally wanted to submit a painting titled "A Mermaid", but it was not completed in time.) After this, the painting was lost until the 20th century, and is now displayed in the collection of Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber. Waterhouse would paint Ophelia again in 1894 and 1909 or 1910, and planned another painting in the series, called "Ophelia in the Churchyard."

Waterhouse could not finish the series of Ophelia paintings because he was gravely ill with cancer by 1915. He died two years later, and his grave can be found at Kensal Green Cemetery in London.

Found in Wikipedia

Great Art in Books and Prints by J W Waterhouse

Grim Reaper Drawings and Art

Waterhouse painted Ophelia many times, while knowing his fate was coming, because he had cancer.. does it take TRAGEDY to create more reflective art?

Does it take TRAGEDY to create more reflective art?



TURN ON SOME MORE Loreena McKennitt

as you enjoy my lens...

"Bonny Portmore's Lyrics are posted below. This song is one of my favorites.

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Lorenna McKennit "Bonnie Portmore" Lyrics


Bonny Portmore

O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand

And the more I think on you the more I think long

If I had you now as I had once before

All the lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.

O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see

Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree

For it stood on your shore for many's the long day

Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.

O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand

And the more I think on you the more I think long

If I had you now as I had once before

All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.

All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep

Sighing, "Where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?"

For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down

And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.

O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand

And the more I think on you the more I think long

If I had you now as I had once before

All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.

by Lorenna McKennit


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      Aibrean82 4 years ago

      I love J W Waterhouse, and Loreena McKennitt as well. So this lens was just perfect for me. Thank you for sharing!

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      goo2eyes lm 5 years ago

      squidange blessings for this lens.

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      kathysart 6 years ago

      @goo2eyes lm: WOW!! YOU ROCK! THANK YOU.. I will continue to work on yours. Love and light and peace.

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      goo2eyes lm 6 years ago

      thru your squidoo lenses, i have enriched my knowledge in humanities. thank you.

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      Mona 6 years ago from Iowa

      One of my absolute favorite artists. Blessed with a leprechaun kiss.

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      purplelady 8 years ago

      You have done it again Kathy; another great artist lens. Thanks for introducing me to J. W. Waterhouse. 5 paintings and a lensroll.