There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly. - Sylvia Plath -   ...

Lady in Green

There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.
- Sylvia Plath -

Woman in Green by Charles Webster Hawthorne (1872-1930)

George Spencer Watson Woman in a camisole, 1932

✉ Biblio Beauties ✉ paintings of women reading letters & books - EVERT-JAN LIGTELIJN

peinture : Alfred Stevens (1823-1906)
Thomas Francis Dicksee (1819-1895) Distant Thoughts Oil On Canvas -1886

Felix Milius

The authors of this beautiful pieces of fine art are:
1,2,3.: John White Alexander
4.: Unsigned,(detail)
5.: Valentine-Cameron-Prinsep,(detail)
6.: Sir William Orpen  
7.: Charles Webster Hawthorne
8.: George Spencer Watson  
9.: Evert-Jan Ligtelijn 
10.: Alfred Stevens
11.: Thomas Francis Dicksee
12.: Felix Milius


I wonder if there is a psychology of a green dress. We know about the white and the little black dress, books have been written. Since I'm an art lover and have found many beautiful portraits of ladies in green I've looked around and didn't found much.
It is known in psychology that green color relaxes and is therefore used in decorating for its calming effect. I connect green with spring, blooming buds and etc. which is why it makes sense to me that green has also been a symbol of fertility and in the 15th-century was the preferred color choice for wedding gowns.

There are green dresses in literary works of Dostoevsky ('Crime and Punishment', 'The Possessed') and the color usually symbolizes life, hope, promise, faith, and also has some religious connotations.
In one of Lorca plays a character has a favorite green dress that she cannot wear because the family is in mourning, so she puts it on and shows it to her chickens, (he was inspired by one of his real life cousin). There's also a play about Lorca: 'Lorca in a Green Dress' by a Pulitzer winner Nilo Cruz, and the dress comes up in the play worn by a man, one of many Lorca's versions and it represents poets sensual side. The color green is repeated many times, in Lorca's work. It connotes decay, immaturity, and unripeness.
Here's a part of the poem that perfectly sums things up. I've actually came upon this beautiful poem some months ago before I had any intentions of making this post.

"The sky inside her eyes, chlorine and glass.

          I tithe to the darkness and  I am glad for the dark

two hours when I undo her, where I remember the eye

         I indulged, the opposite of sacrifice, the lamb's throat

uncut, the woolly body kindled in the green

        like dream of Lorca's, betrayed in the telling.

- Bruce Smith -

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