Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Bertha Mason as a Human
I drew what Bertha Antoinetta Mason might have looked like before she became the madwoman in the attic. As a character Bertha Mason is seen more as a symbol and less of like a person. This time, I decided to investigate Bertha as a human. Mr Rochester describes her as "the boast of Spanish Town for her beauty" (352), before she went mad. So I drew her as a beautiful proud woman with glossy locks of black hair, instead of the "dark, grizzled hair, wild as a mane," (338) Jane describes. Seeing Bertha dressed finely with comely features creates a stark comparison the monstrous creature she becomes. It points out that Bertha wasn't always mad. She was once a beautiful smart woman who had hopes, dreams, and aspiration like all of us.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Jane Eyre vs. Blanche Ingram
The image above, made using a doll generator, highlights the physical differences between Jan Eyre on the left and Blanche Ingram on the right. I recreated the dinner party scene in which Blanche taunts Jane for her position and plainness. Herer the differences between the two women are most marketed. Jane describes herself as "a Governess, disconnected, poor, and plain" (187). While Blanche is mention as being "greatly admired not only for her beauty, but for her accomplishments" (185). However, Rochester prefers Jane over Blanche, because of Jane's mind and spirit. Jane is holding a book, to represent her intelligence and hunger for knowledge. Blanche is holding a handkerchief and a rose. The handkerchief is blank and shapeless, like Blanche's false and non-existent personality. And, while a rose may seem more appealing than a book, as Blanche seems more appealing than Jane, the book, like Jane, offers greater rewards in the long term.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Bertha Mason as a Symbol
Chapter Twenty Three Haiku's
Two people, equal
A word connects them as One
Spirit to Spirit
She is poor and small
Smaller than him, she looks up
Before God: equals
The Chestnut Tree here
Lighting strikes its life in half
Like the love it saw
Jane and Rochester
Who could have thought that their fire
Quenched by rain so fast
Two stand in Eden
Like two who stood before them
Doomed to know the truth
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
My Fire and That of His: a Poem By Jane Eyre
My Fire and That of His
The fireI feel it, burning through my chest
The embers of passions shine like a thousand stars
The forge of my being where new feelings are melted and remolded
My spirit dances with the wisps of smoke
The burning, I danced, bent to its whims, I felt sweet release of being alive
The they came with their ice and cold and fear in their eyes
They rages against the fire of my soul, forced dousing water upon its source
They tried to turn my raging sun into a barren arctic wasteland
They tried...
But like a the sun my spirit cannot be cowed
It may disappear like the day, but it has always been there
She comes to me at night a shows a rawer form of myself
She comes wreathed in fire, in liquid passion
I see her and understand
And against my will my spirit rises to join that of hers
To that of his
Were we dance, as one, wreathed in flame
Forever burning
Forever loving
At once, free...
Weather in Jane Eyre
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