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#HistFicThursdays - Time, time, time...

This week, we finally managed to install our new (not new ) item of furniture - a mid-18th Century grandfather clock. It's not bright and shiny like more modern ones, but a dark oak with a warm patina which the beeswax polish is drawing out. In order to set it up, we had to do a certain amount of research - how to hang the pendulum, where the weight went on the endless chain - and it got me thinking... where and when did certain divisions of time come from? The time periods which I have written either had household clocks or didn't, I have not written novels from the time of their invention. Clocks have been around for a long time, and the obsession with measuring time in an ordered fashion dates back to at least  the ancient Sumerians. It was they who established a circular reading of time and, I imagine, the sixty seconds/minutes came about as much because it was an easy way to divide a circle as anything else. But it wasn't until much later that the precision of seconds ...

#HistFicThursdays - Art as Inspiration

 Last year, the Historical Writers Forum published an anthology of stories which had been inspired by pieces of artwork. I take a particular pride in this anthology - not only because it is a fabulous collection of stories which mine is included in, but also because I helped to come up with the theme.

In amongst the pages of Masterworks, you will find stories inspired by painting and sculptures, and one which was inspired by a carving. I wrote a blog on this little carving when the book came out last November (which you can find here!), but it got me thinking about other examples of artwork as an inspiration...

As historical fiction writers, art is not only an inspiration, it is also a valuable tool. Through art, we can get an idea of what people looked like (very handy if you are writing about a real figure from history) and it can also be very handy for events and settings. One of my favourite continuous portrayals of an event is the example of Frost Fairs. These start from their naming in 1608 and run all the way through to the 19th Century. From them, we can follow the evolution of these spontaneous events, witnessing what people did when the inclement weather offered an exciting and different opportunity to the normality of everyday life.

By Attributed to T. Dekker (author) - Houghton Library, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=35943569

I mean, what's not to love in this picture?! Right down to the chap who has gone flat on his backside in the lower left corner!

We do not only have 2D artworks to help with research and inspiration. Scuptures are also very helpful. Classical artists were far more adept at realistic sculpture than they were paintings, and through this we can stare into the faces of men and women who have been dead for thousands of years. Not a bad legacy to leave behind!

But then there are the pieces of artwork which, though perhaps they are not from the time of the person or event, and therefore cannot be taken as accurate, still manage to trigger something in our brains and spark an inspiration to tell a tale. There are so many pictures like that: pictures which make you question who the subjects were or what is happening just beyond the edges of the painting. In The Children of Green Knowe, a much-loved story in our house, little Tolly first meets his ancestors in a painting over the fireplace. There is a wonderful line when his great-grandmother tells him that their eyes are meeting his because "they must be tired of looking at me." It immediately draws the painting off the canvas, just as a reader finds with words from a book.

I love the idea that artists are handing on a baton. They are inspired by events or people, then they in turn inspire other people with their creations. It is an ever-growing spiral of artistic inspiration! So, if you had to pick a piece of art (or maybe two!) to inspire a story, which would you choose and why?

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