By Susan Vreeland
It’s 1893, and on the Chicago World’s reasonable, Louis convenience Tiffany makes his debut with a luminous exhibition of leading edge stained-glass home windows that he hopes will earn him a spot at the overseas creative level. yet behind the curtain in his ny studio is the freethinking Clara Driscoll, head of his women’s department, who conceives of and designs the vast majority of the enduring leaded-glass lamps for which Tiffany will lengthy be remembered. by no means publicly said, Clara struggles along with her hope for inventive acceptance and the possible insurmountable demanding situations that she faces as a certified lady. She additionally yearns for romance and companionship, and is dedicated in several how you can 5 males, together with Tiffany, who enforces a strict coverage: He doesn't hire married girls. eventually, Clara needs to make a decision what makes her happiest—the specialist international of her arms or the non-public international of her heart.
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I’ve wanted you to meet my father, Charles Tiffany, and he came today to pose. This is Mrs. ” “Oh, hello,” I said. ” An inane thing to say to a man draped in a classical red robe and wearing sandals. ” The father kept his pose, his craggy face tipped down. On the unfinished canvas I recognized Joseph of Arimathea having just lowered Christ from the cross. Barely sketched in with charcoal, Mary Magdalene knelt at Jesus’s feet, and the Virgin Mother looked heavenward. The scene had the look of a Dutch Renaissance pietà, and the father’s face could have been painted by Hans Holbein the Elder.
All I could think of between the quick beats of my heart was splendor and joy. ” “The tuition there is costly. The Cooper Union art program is free. I’m likely to find girls who really need the money there. ” “Fine. Ask Miss Mitchill too. She founded the National Association of Women Painters. She’ll know of someone capable of doing the enlargements. ” “All right. One thing you ought to know. ” “I need her doing exactly what she’s doing. She’s the best glass selector and a fine watercolorist, but she’s not as sensible as you are.
We’ve succeeded in making iridescent flat glass, but that’s made with lime. ” I distinctly remembered his father telling him to postpone these experiments until after the fair. Mr. Tiffany explained that the process exposed the blown piece to various metallic vapors. ” Mr. Nash stopped him with a scowl. Apparently he didn’t want to reveal his formulas out in the shop for fear they might leak to competing glass factories. Mr. Tiffany tugged at his beard. ” Mr. Nash’s voice was flat with disappointment.