I'm guessing that for our nineteenth century ancestors, Easter was actually a bigger deal than it is for us. I've noticed over the last few years that the shops are pushing more and more 'things' to help you celebrate the double Bank Holiday weekend, and much like Christmas the origins are somewhat sidelined in favour of commercialism and fluffy chicks. Gosh, the Victorians would have loved that. Apparently by the turn of the Twentieth century, chicks were allowed to drive cars. I'm not sure that's very safe to be honest, look at the difficulties the driver is having controlling the wheel. A cautionary tale for us all, I feel. Wait until your chicken is full grown before allowing him or her to operate machinery please.
|The Morning of the Resurrection (1886) Edward Burne-Jones|
|Christ and the Two Marys (1897) William Holman Hunt|
|Mary Magdalene (1877) Dante Gabriel Rossetti|
I'd never considered that this lovely Rossetti was an Easter image but the story goes that Mary Magdalene turned up to the tomb with some hard boiled eggs to share with the other mourners but when she saw Jesus, the eggs turned red. This, therefore, is the mourning Mary holding on to her faith and about to be proved right. That is quite a big egg she has there. They obviously have heroic-sized chicking in the Holy Lands...
|The Angel at the Sepulcre|
|The Angel at the Tomb|
This pair of lovelies are obviously by Julia Margaret Cameron and are the waiting angels at the tomb. Again, they have the look of patient waiting, solemn and unmovable. I love all of JMC's work but I think the clarity of the profile of our right-hand angel is so unusually sharp for her. It is both soft and precise, I love it.
|The Easter Bonnet Gustave Jacquet|
|Rolling Easter Eggs (1905) Edward Atkinson Homel|
|Easter Eggs in the Countryside (1908) Victor Gabriel Gilbert|
|An Easter Holiday (1874) James Aumonier|
|Easter Morning Caspar David Friedrich|
Well, happy Easter, my dears, I hope you eat yourselves stupid on chocolate and have a good time. May the weather be pleasant and may you be as happy as chickens and rabbits dancing at some sort of cross-species shin-dig...
Look, I'm not a prude, but no good can come of this, surely? Oh well, love to all and a happy Easter to you, whoever you dance with this weekend!