- They kissed there under an old oak-tree which probably saw the first virginian colonists to set foot on this ground. Not in a room full of expensive paintings and books, or between two doors covered by gold and ebony, or on the front step of a pretentious building. No. It just happened there under an oak-tree. And so he kissed her. Or she kissed him. Whatever… It was natural and logical and agreeable and evident. - Men are usually the first to go. She shouldn't be the one lying on a deathbed, not at 33 years of age. Christ's age. Maybe he could call for this reputed doctor in New York or this new medecine coming from Europe. Anything... He asked her what he could do. She said ''Kiss me. One last time.'' and so he kissed her. There was a salty taste on his lips.
- i don't knoooooooooooooow *LEAVE ME ALONE* lineart: [link]
I feel like the poem "I Carry You Heart With Me" by E.E. Cummings perfectly encapsulates these two...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
ugh ... i know this poem and yes! this is for them i know another poem, sadder, with the POV of Martha:
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
You are so welcome. It was completely inspired by your lovely work. Sadly, Thomas and Martha do not usually get so much attention, but I appreciate your deep interest and passion for them. I can tell from your comments that you studied them in-depth, and I'm sure your artwork and passion are helping to give them a little more exposure than they would have gotten otherwise.
Years ago, when I was in high school, I had a project to write/illustrate children's books about the first five First Ladies. For research on Martha, I read My Thomas. Did you read that for your studies? I don't remember much now, but I bring it up just to say that maybe I am a tiny bit like you in that I have more exposure to them than the average person? When I saw your pictures, the deep love and grief that Thomas felt and all her miscarriages came rushing back and I was very moved by your drawings. I hope to see more coming!
you are not going to believe it but i am reading 'My Thomas' currently i started it this weekend and i really enjoy it for the moment.
and yes you're right, this couple does not get so much attention in comparaison of the other that came after in Thomas's life. it is understandable, people prefers scandals :] but it's sad to ignore Martha, because i do believe that he never fully recovered from her death.
I love your portrayal of them. I haven't read up much about Jefferson or any of the political figures back then, but didn't he have some slave women on the side? Out of curiosity. I know I've heard something about that or something similar on documentaries...
one slave actually: Sally Hemmings. even if there are no 'proofs', it's pretty clear that they have an affaire and even kids together. it was, in my opinion, abusive relationship at first and after, maybe, well at least I hope, there was affection and even care between them. But definitely, it wasn't Love. Because, as he said it himself, his heart suffered too much to love again (a.k.a the lose of his wife) so yes, you are right. and Martha was the only woman he ever really loved
oh yes! he did LOL he never remarried because he promised to Martha. it's... quite complicated in fact. the more i read about him, the more it's clear that the only woman he completely loved was Martha, but he was 'young' when she died (around 39 years) so it was sure that he couldn't stay alone the rest of his life