Jane Emmet de Glehn - Marriage and Friendship With John Singer Sargent

Marriage and Friendship With John Singer Sargent

Following her marriage to de Glehn, the couple honeymooned in Cornwall, England and vacationed in Paris and Venice and made a permanent home in London. In England Jane continued to draw and paint, exhibiting her work at the New English Art Club, the Royal Academy and the Royal Hibernian Academy. She worked mainly in the mediums of chalk and charcoal. The young couple became frequent travelling companions of the American painter John Singer Sargent, whom Jane Emmet de Glehn had met at performance of the dancer Carmencita in 1890, and between 1905 and 1914 the trio often depicted each other in each of their works whilst travelling throughout Europe.

When World War I broke out, both Jane and Wilfrid joined the staff of a British hospital for French soldiers, Hôpital Temporaire d'Arc-en-Barrois, Haute-Marne, France in January 1915. On their return to England the following year Wifrid was commissioned and seconded to the Front in Italy in 1917. After the war they returned to England and Wilfrid held a solo exhibition at the Leicester Galleries and another solo show in New York in 1920. For the next decade the two would spend summers in Cornwall and winters in France.

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