Dominus Venustas

Art writer. Art reader. Art lover.
Art is a language. One that speaks of truth and of humanity. I am on a journey to discover the Masters of Art and shine a light on their greatness. By Jackie Honsig-Erlenburg
Delacroix meets the Sultan of Morocco
In the 1830s Morocco and North Africa had strong appeal. Delacroix joined a diplomatic mission there. It was to him… an adventure. An exotic and curious adventure.
Letter to Friends, Meknes, 16 March, 1832
Yesterday we reached this town, the goal of our journey. We had taken ten days to cover fifty leagues. That seems nothing much. But it’s nonetheless a tiring business when you jog along in the hot sun on uncomfortable saddles. How are you, my dear friends? Everything is tremendously African now. Our entry here was of the utmost beauty, and the sort of pleasure one may well hope to experience only once in one’s lifetime…
23 March, 1832
Yesterday we were received by the emperor. He granted us a favour which he never grants to anybody, that of visiting his private apartments and his gardens. It is all exceedingly curious. 
He receives his visitors on horseback, with all his guard around him on foot. He suddenly appears through a doorway and comes towards you, with a parasol behind him. He’s a rather handsome man. He looks very like our own king, only with a beard and somewhat younger [hmm, they sound identical]. He was followed by his state coach, a sort of wheelbarrow drawn by a mule. 
So I’ve reached the goal of my journey.
Image: Delacroix, The Sultan of Morocco and his Entourage

Delacroix meets the Sultan of Morocco

In the 1830s Morocco and North Africa had strong appeal. Delacroix joined a diplomatic mission there. It was to him… an adventure. An exotic and curious adventure.

Letter to Friends, Meknes, 16 March, 1832

Yesterday we reached this town, the goal of our journey. We had taken ten days to cover fifty leagues. That seems nothing much. But it’s nonetheless a tiring business when you jog along in the hot sun on uncomfortable saddles. How are you, my dear friends? Everything is tremendously African now. Our entry here was of the utmost beauty, and the sort of pleasure one may well hope to experience only once in one’s lifetime…

23 March, 1832

Yesterday we were received by the emperor. He granted us a favour which he never grants to anybody, that of visiting his private apartments and his gardens. It is all exceedingly curious.

He receives his visitors on horseback, with all his guard around him on foot. He suddenly appears through a doorway and comes towards you, with a parasol behind him. He’s a rather handsome man. He looks very like our own king, only with a beard and somewhat younger [hmm, they sound identical]. He was followed by his state coach, a sort of wheelbarrow drawn by a mule. 

So I’ve reached the goal of my journey.

Image: Delacroix, The Sultan of Morocco and his Entourage

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