'...the shocking sensation at seeing her sitting there silently...coming face to face with one's own mortality and the hereafter.'
How wonderful of you, JoanP, to drive down to Rock Creek cemetery and come back with your pictures and your impression. And it was your impression and your response that the artist was aiming for. It will be different for everyone.
I've found several other responses to this masterpiece. From two who knew Clover well, and were good friends of Henry Adams and his wife. John Hay, the Lincoln staffer, had this to say:
'It is full of poetry and suggestion. Infinite wisdom, a past without beginning and a future without end, a repose, after limitless experience, a peace to which nothing matters - all are embodied in this austere and beautiful face and form.'
And good friend, Clarence King, replied to Hay:
'Would it were not so appropriate, alas, that there is not a ray of faith, not a throb of hope in that gaze. The tangled complexity of modern emotions, of unilluminated doubt, of icy courage play over its nervous features. It is utter restlessness in complete repose. As if the poor woman was sitting there sheltering herself in the folds of her own shroud, trembling perplexed and tortured over the fate of her own shroud.'
I was reminded immediately of John Donne's, shrouded effigy in St Paul's, London, which has no mystery at all in it. I believe I'm going to get in my car and find more of the Saint's monuments. And find his studio in New Hampshire. Why did this artist who had grown up in New York, and lived so many years in Paris, choose this New England location? He had just got a commission to do a Lincoln, and heard there were many Lincoln types up there to serve as models.