Ask Me No More

I am neither a super painting enthusiast nor am I an expert on art movements but I do know a few things. I started to read about painters, movements and styles from time to time. Later, I was lucky because when I was studying in France, I learnt a lot about art history in the classes I took . (though our teacher was obsessed with Dadaism).

Anyway, now I can talk a little bit of Mannerism, Rococo, Realism, Baroque and Impressionism. 

This painting has always been one of my favorites. It’s called “Ask Me No More“. It’s french title varies, “Ne Me Demandez Pas Plus”, “Demandez-moi Pas Plus” or “Ne M’en Demandez Pas Plus”. It’s painted in 1906 by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, a  Frisian painter who lived in late 19th century. I first saw and fell in love with it when my sister bought a puzzle of this beautiful painting. I was in high school. She completed it with huge patience, then lost it. 

In this piece, you see Pyramus and Thisbe. They are yet another “ill-fated” lovers of Roman mythology. They are depicted many times by artist like Abraham Hondius, by  Pierre-Claude Gautherot, by Jasper van der Laanen or by Niklaus Manuel. But I love Sir Lawrence’s version the most. 

It’s said that their story has given inspritation to Romeo & Juliet. 

The Love Story of Pyramus and Thisbe

“Pyramus was the most handsome of young men and Thisbe was the fairest beauty of the East.” ~Ovid in Metamorphoses.

Pyramus and Thisbe lived in Babylonia and from the time they were young, were neighbors. They played together daily as children and fell in love as they grew older. Although neighbors, their families were hostile to one another so the love between Pyramus and Thisbe remained a secret. They had a special meeting place at a wall between their houses. This particular wall bore a scar. A large crack marred its smooth surface as a result of an earthquake long ago. Pyramus and Thisbe communicated through this crack when it was risky to see one another. One particularly magnificent day, they arrived at their usual meeting place. The beauty of the day made them lament their situation all the more. They cried as they watched two hummingbirds fly over the wall together. Suddenly they came to the decision that they would not be stopped from being together any longer. They decided to meet that night outside the city gates under a mulberry tree filled white fruit. This particular tree grew near a stream next to the local cemetery. Thisbe, hidden by a veil, arrived at the appointed spot first and waited patiently for Pyramus to come. All of a sudden, a lioness fresh from a kill, her jaws covered in blood, slunk out of the brush to satisfy her thirst at the stream. Thisbe, frightened by this disturbance, ran to a nearby cave. In her haste, she dropped her veil and the lioness grabbed it and shredded it with her bloody jaws. Meanwhile, Pyramus had arrived at the meeting place. As he approached the tree he could not help but notice the large paw prints of the lioness. His heart beat faster. As he approached the stream, his fears were confirmed upon seeing Thisbe’s veil torn and bloodstained. Unable to find Thisbe and fearing that she was dead, Pyramus was unable to contain his sorrow. He drew his sword and plunged it deeply into his side. As he removed the sword from his side, blood sprayed the white fruit on the tree, turning it a dark purple color. Meanwhile, Thisbe, recovered from her fright, came back to the meeting place by the stream. There she saw Pyramus’ body lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Racked with uncontrollable agony, she took his sword and threw her body onto it. With her dying breath, she pleaded with the gods that their bodies be buried in a single tomb and that the tree in the special meeting place would always bear fruit in the color of a dark and mournful color in memory of their unrequited love. To this day, the berries of the mulberry tree always turn dark purple in color when they are ripe.”


And the title is a quote from the Tennyson poem “The Princess”.

…Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answered thee?
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.

Now that I can look at this beauty whenever I want because we bought it’s printed copy and it’s on our wall at the entrance. I’m so happy we have it and it welcomes me every time I enter the house. There are a few paintings that I want to have in our home. And I love doing research and learning about them, their creators and the stories behind them. I hope you like this one, too.

2 thoughts on “Ask Me No More

  1. This is the first time I heard of that story. That is so tragic. :( And yet beautiful, as beautiful as the painting.

    This is still me, Kim Z (atenderunfolding) :D the link I used is my other (unfiltered) blog.

  2. I’ve once read Roman and Greek mythology and believe me there are love stories more tragic and terrible than this one. This looks a bit innocent :P

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