August 23, 2011
Beata Beatrix has everything in it, everything – Time, Life, Death, Peace, Opium, it's suffused in Love, wrapped in Love, painted with Love, he painted all the love he had for Lizzy Siddall, after her death, a probable suicide, absolutely an overdose. It's the most beautiful goddamn thing I have ever seen, ever, anywhere. I was stunned by it and I still am; it's soft, diffuse, golden, deceptively powerful. She is beautiful. Rossetti was a neurotic painter/poet, and a fool, took her for granted because of her station, then came undone, guilt, and shame; he saw himself, and her, too late.