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Jessie M. King's illustrations to Seven Happy Days, The Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde (A House of Pomegranates) and more. You can also read Oscar Wilde's Fairy Tales with the Jessie King illustrations alongside.
About Jessie M. King Jessie M. King is known for her Art Nouveau style (Glascow School) drawings but she also designed jewelry, greeting cards, fabric, ceramics and batik textiles, and especially, murals.
Jessie was born in Bearsden, Glasgow, and, despite her family's disapproval, studied at Glasgow School of Art from 1892 to 1899 with the intention of becoming an art teacher. Between 1899 and 1907, she did teach courses in book and ceramic decoration at Glascow School. In 1920, she and her husband moved the Sheiling Atelier Art School from Paris to Kircudbright in southwest Scotland, and the couple lived and worked there for the rest of their lives.
King's Seven Happy Days illustrations were intentionally pastel and soft. The pale colors of King's work are not all intentional, however. The illustrations to A House of Pomegranates are quite vibrant. In many cases, the colored inks she used have faded over time.
Seven Happy Days is a facsimile of the 1913 special Christmas supplement that Jessie M. King did for The Studio magazine, which was issued in loose paper wrappers. The pastels are photographed, not scanned, to show the silver and gold accents.
Because the Birds so Sweetly Sang
A Boy and a Girl and Love's Delight
Cover of the Life of St. Mary Magadalen, 1904
You can also read the fairy tales with the original Jessie M. King illustrations to A House of Pomegranates and the original Charles Robinson's illustrations to The Happy Prince and Other Tales.
A House of Pomegranates: Title Page
In a Deserted Churchyard... Beyond the City Gates
It was Like the Face of an Angel
And Lo, the City Lay at my Feet
I had Never Seen Anyone so Pale
The Soul in the Watered Garden of Seven Terraces
Her Face was Veiled but Her Feet were Naked
Like a Flower it Tossed on the Waves
The Little Princess had Always to Play Alone
Crouched in the Hollow of an Old Oak Tree
But Only a Child Who Was Asleep