#FridayPainting: Clémence Roth, “Little Girl with Orange”

Clémence Roth‘s “Little Girl with an Orange” reminds me of my childhood when I visited open air markets with my mother, Frances. Oranges always caught my attention. The colour orange has a vibrant energy that entices us to look closer.

Clémence Roth: Petite fille tenant une orange (huile sur toile, 1889, musée des beaux-arts de Morlaix)

The orange, reverently held in the girl’s tiny hand, adds joy and a sense of spontaneity to the painting. The setting is inside but the clothing is for the winter season. Was she coming in or waiting to go out into the cold?

There is very little that I could find out about the artist, Clémence Roth, except for two short paragraphs on the Stair Sainty website, which noted that she was among young women artist who experienced early success in the 1880’s and 90s. In 1887 a group of thirty-three was founded. Clémence Roth joined this group.

Clémence Roth: Petite fille tenant une orange (huile sur toile, 1889, musée des beaux-arts de Morlaix)

From the Stair Sainty website: Clémence Roth’s portraits, such as the Young Girl with an Orange in the Musée des Beaux Arts, Morlaix, there is a certain detachment from the subject that gives her work a very particular identity. Clémence Roth was of Jewish birth, Roth her married name but little else is known of her family or artistic education, although we know she was one of several women artists who Alfred Stevens, at the time one of the most renowned contemporary painters, encouraged to spend time in his studio. Roth did not entirely confine herself to oils but also worked in pastels – one such was exhibited in the 1888 show of women painters and sculptors.

Published by Rebecca Budd

Blogger, Visual Storyteller, Podcaster, Traveler and Life-long Learner

20 thoughts on “#FridayPainting: Clémence Roth, “Little Girl with Orange”

  1. How did I miss this?
    She is adorable. You must have been adorable. How wonderful this painting reminded you of yourself as a young girl with Frances!
    Cheers and hugs to both of you!

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    1. I agree, Dave. I searched for more information, but alas it was not to be. I have a feeling that, if I had paid more attention in my French language studies/classes, that I would be able to access websites located within France. Alas!!!!

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    1. I was thinking the same thing, Mandy. There is a festive quality in this photo that speaks of this special season. I love the hand muff and am looking into the history. I used to have one when I was a child and they are still available. I found a pattern for those who enjoy sewing.

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      1. That’s so interesting! My grandparents in NZ treated bananas like gold. I thought that was fascinating because I lived in Fiji and bananas were everywhere. The treat for us was an apple. They were imported and special. My mother rationed them!

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      2. I can only imagine how tasty those bananas were, Mandy. They were fresh off the tree to you. They didn’t make a long voyage over to our side of the world. We had plenty of apples on our side of the world. Your comments sent me on a mini-research project. I did not know that bananas are believed to have originated up to 10,000 years ago and some scientists believe that they may have been the world’s first fruit. And here I thought it was the apple. I continue to learn and learn and learn!

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      3. An apple! That was our most common treat!
        Thing here is fruits were treats. We rarely had candy, chocolate, soft drinks, ice-cream, cake etc. that was for Christmas, Hallowe’en, Easter & birthdays.
        I believe this gave us a healthy childhood. That and the disgusting spoonful of cod liver oil every morning in the winter.
        Cheers to you, Gallivanta!

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      4. Ah, we were spared the cod liver oil but, yes, we were allowed to eat as much tropical fruit as we could handle. We rarely had processed sugar at all, and sweets, cakes etc were given to us occasionally. The funny thing was that when I was given them I didn’t really care for them anyway. The first time I ate chocolate I felt so ill that I vowed to never eat it again. And I didn’t until I was 21! But, oh bother, then I fell in love with it because it no longer made me feel ill. 😀

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