One of the highlights of autumn is that drinking hot drinks is no longer looked down on and ordering a big cup of steaming hot cocoa instead of an ice cold frappe is totally legit. While I was sipping my black Ceylon tea last evening and listening to some jazz, I felt I needed company (living alone without a pet definitely has its downsides), so I turned to my favourite artists...
Fancy Fingers, Stylish Tea Parties
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Mary Cassatt, The Tea, 1879 - 1880, Boston Museum of Fine Art[/caption]
Believe it or not, but tea parties were a real thing back in the day. Starting with Victorians (oh, how much art owes you, dear Victorians
!), the afternoon tea was a daily event in any respectable well-off family. The fashion quickly spread from the UK to continental Europe (France, Germany, and of course the Russian Empire, just think of Chekhov's plays), to reach the US flourishing culture of the Gilded Age (the period from the 1870s to about 1900), where affluent families used teas as debutante parties. (Is this painting a double portrait of two debutante girls trying hard not to spill the precious tea with their trembling hands? I can just imagine the stress, they seem they're trying to look cool while in reality, they're boiling inside.)
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Mary Cassatt, Lady at the Tea Table, 1885, Metropolitan Museum of Art[/caption]
I would be pretty intimidated if on my debutante party there was a governess like the lady above. But I would sacrifice myself for the experience of drinking tea from this wonderfully blue china tea-set. I think it is no coincidence that the lady's eyes are matching perfectly the blues of the cups - this is called the epitome of style.
An informal tea in the garden
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Pierre Bonnard, The Tea, 1916, private collection[/caption]
There was also a more relaxed version of the afternoon tea called "kettle drum", a name which most probably originates from the 18th-century slang word for a vivacious party (!) and "kettle" of course for the tea. Kettle drums were more informal, guests could come and go at will, dressed as for any day-visiting. They could chat and laugh with little formality and enjoy a selection of teas, chocolates, lemonades, cakes, and sandwiches.
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Theo van Rysselberghe, Summer Afternoon (Tea in the Garden), 1901, Private Collection[/caption]
An allegorical Tea Dance
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Maurice Denis, Mystic Allegory or Tea, 1892, Private Collection[/caption]
A respectable tea party didn't end with the last cuppa. Especially when it was summer or early autumn and it was still pretty warm in the English countryside, from 4 to 7 p.m. fashionable families held tea dances, also called a thé dansant
(French for "dancing tea"). The dances usually performed during such dances were waltzes, while with time one could also enjoy tangos and, by the late 1920s, the Charleston. The parties, of course, spread abroad and were hip especially in the US.
The best start to a day?
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Henri Matisse, Woman by a Window. Morning Tea, 1919, Private Collection[/caption]
A delightful morning must include a hot cuppa with milk and sugar and a digestive biscuit, or three in my case, or a fried egg in the case of the Woman by a Window (or is it a lemon?). I wish I had her stylish apartment, in a flower-filled room tea transforms loneliness in a pleasant solitude, doesn't it?
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Walter Sickert, The Little Tea Party Nina Hamnett and Roald Kristian, 1915 - 1916, Tate[/caption]
Teas are suitable also on a sad occasion, even if it is so serious as a broken marriage. Nina and Roald (in fact his real name was Edgar de Bergen) were married but their relationship was a rather sad and complicated one. Although they both were interested in art, Nina being an artist in her own right, they couldn't get along and when in 1917 her husband was deported from London to France to fight with the Belgian army, Nina didn't wait for his return. She recalled how the painting came about: Walter, now Richard, Sickert lived in Fitzroy Street also, in fact he had a number of mysterious rooms for miles around as far as Camden Town. Edgar and I sat for him together, on an iron bedstead, with a tea-pot and a white basin on a table in front of us. We looked the picture of gloom.
The Tranquility of a Teapot
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Gwen John, Brown Teapot, 1915-16, Yale Center for British Art, Paul Mellon Collection, USA[/caption]
I really adore works by Gwen John
, who apart from having an affair with Rodin
, was a fantastic portraitist and still life painter. Living a solitary life, Gwen mastered the art of living which nowadays we would probably call 'slow life'. I think that with images like this one, she would be a star of Instagram.
If you are a fan of coffee instead, have a look at this article: Caffeinated Art- Masterpieces For Coffee Lovers!