Lisbeth, the little rascal, is like a little troll sparkling in the sunshine. There is brightness and glitter around her, and bubbling and tinkling laughter. There is giggling, and there is no sorrow wherever she goes.
So writes Carl Larsson, one of the finest artists of Sweden, about his daughter. He had four girls (Suzanne, Lisbeth, Brita, and Kersti) and three sons (Ulf, Pontus, and Esbjörn).
The art by itself makes this a solid five-star book. But the text by Lennart Rudström truly complements the visual glory. This is a portrait of a well-ordered, well-embellished, beautiful home. Full of contented children. Larsson was a craftsman carpenter as well as a painter. He grew up in poverty in the slums of Stockholm; it gave him a craving for beauty and creativity.
I find it ironic that the serenity depicted in the pictures is born of fierce frustration. In 1894 it rained six weeks without stopping, bringing a halt to Larsson's outdoor work. His wife, Karin, (I love that spelling, don't you?) suggested he paint indoor scenes. We all should give thanks for that pile of precipitation. I rejoiced in this paragraph:
Carl liked to paint different sayings over the doorways through the house. Over the door in this painting are the words "The Peace of the Lord" [in Swedish]. Over the door to the entry he painted a portrait of Esbjörn and the words, "I tell you; be happy as a child." And over another he wrote, "Love each other children; for love is everything."
Karin on the Shore depicts quiet grief after the death of their oldest son. It is a piece that draws me in and gives me pause. Karin's black dress under the blue apron is standard mourning attire, but her posture and face show her sadness.
[Without intending it, I'm reading several books set in the 1890's. Oh, the satisfying synchronicity of a reading life!]