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José Villegas Seville 1848-Madrid 1921
Description
- José Villegas
- Patio de Lindaraja, Alhambra (Lindaraja Courtyard, Alhambra)
signed Villegas l.r.
oil on canvas
- 95 by 133cm., 37½ by 52¼in.
Provenance
Exhibited
Buenos Aires, X Exposición de Pintura Española, 1911
Buenos Aires, Exposición Pinelo, 1911
Paris, Exposición de Arte Español Contemporáneo, 1919, no. 248
Literature
La Ilustración Artística, Barcelona, 1912, p. 275
Blanco y Negro, 1919, no. 1460, mentioned
Mariano Madrazo, La Pintura Española en los Siglos XIX y XX, Madrid, 1945, p. 27, mentioned
Angel Castro Martín, José Villegas, Seville, 2001, p. 412, illustrated
Condition
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Catalogue Note
The tranquil gardens of the Lindaraja within the walls of the Alhambra palace have long captured the imagination of writers, poets and painters alike.
Washington Irving (1783-1859), the American diplomat, historian, and travel writer lived for several months in the Alhambra palace itself, the inspiration for his seminal romantic book Tales of the Alhambra.
Irving's rooms overlooked the Lindaraja courtyard, his description of which in the chapter titled 'The Author's Chamber' captures the atmosphere of Villegas's visual interpretation:
'That garden carried my thoughts still further back to the period of another reign of beauty, to the days of the Moorish sultanas.
"How beauteous is this garden!" says an Arabic inscription, "where the flowers of the earth vie with the stars of heaven! What can compare with the vase of yon alabaster fountain, filled with crystal water? Nothing but the moon in her fullness, shining in the midst of an unclouded sky!"
'Centuries had elapsed, yet how much of this scene of apparently fragile beauty remained! The garden of Lindaraxa was still adorned with flowers, the fountain still presented its crystal mirror; it is true, the alabaster had lost its whiteness and the basin beneath, overrun with weeds, had become the nesting-place of the lizard, but there is something in the very decay that enhanced the interest of the scene, speaking, as it did, of that mutability which is the irrevocable lot of man and all his works.'