Henry Ulke (1821 – 1910)
Posted by M.R.N. on June 7, 2012
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Sylvia said
So many beards! It must have been a popular style during his lifetime. My favorite portrait though was Ludwig van Beethoven!
vincenzo said
You have a good made an observation, Sylvia. But more than a preference of the artist, I think it was the custom of the time. While in America, men of the nineteenth century almost generally preferred to wear beards, in Europe, instead, it were fashionable to have a big mustache and sideburns. Although we may not seem like a very aesthetic, the fashion of those times imposed this type of look. With regard to the portrait of Beethoven, I agree with you. This is a beautiful portrait of the great composer, but oddly is perhaps the only character among those listed above, that the artist may not to have known, because Beethoven died in 1827, when Ülke had only six years. Probably, for this picture, he take inspiration by reproductions of paintings by other artists.
vincenzo said
Damn! As I got hurt the first sentence! I had written in Italian, “You made a good observation, Sylvia,” but the translator has rendered the phrase in a very messy and incomprehensible English. Sorry!
Sarah Miller said
I loved finding this site and seeing the some of the paintings down by Henry Ulke. He is, through his son’s marriage to Edna Pope, my great-great-grandfather. I used to have his painting of his young son, Darwin Ulke, hanging in my home. It is now at my father’s home.