Saturday, 16 December 2017

Saturday 16th December: The Annunciation (finally) (finally, finally) (probably)

Here we are on 16th already! I have a rotten cold and I'm off to see Star Wars and so I'll crack on with today's paintings...

The Annunciation Edward Reginald Frampton
Now I know I said the last annunciation was the last one but this really is it as I know what my last 8 blog entries are going to be and I have got myself organised finally.  Heavens, you'd think after 6 years worth of Blogvents I'd know what I'm doing by now, but apparently not.  Anyway, on with today's entry and we have returned to one of my favourites, and I know from the emails I get, you lot love him too.  Hurrah, it's the Framp!

The Annunciation
You'll remember from this post that we love a bit of Framp over here and really appreciate his watercoloured medieval ladies that seem to cry jewel-hued tears into pretty landscapes. Frampton's Marys are pale lilies and irises, the top one blending with her flowerbed in shades of blue and the bottom one growing up towards the light.

Our Lady of Promise
As lovely as his annunciations are, I think Frampton's nativities are amazing in their oddness, rivaling Arthur Hughes' cramped stable.  In Our Lady of Promise, Mary and a very jolly looking Jesus appear to be having a picnic by a peculiar lake which seems to have a half-submerged cathedral in it.  Behind them is a beautiful and no doubt highly symbolic apple tree (the best sort of apple tree from which you can make metaphorical pie).  Jesus is sporting a very nifty side-parting there.  That's the sort of hair-do that did valuable work in the colonies and then retired to write extensive memoirs and pronounced it 'Keeeen-yah'.  Anyway, I digress...

The Nativity
Even more odd is this one, very spare and minimal but resplendent in details hinted at.  Mary kneels before a charming little Jesus in the tiniest stable ever.  The skinny little angels circle round doing a celebratory rendition of 'YMCA'.  In the distance, in silhouette, wise men on camels approach, together with other figures.  Are they the shepherds? Did the Three Wise Men have servants?  If they really were Kings, I can't believe they would rock up without any sort of entourage. Anyway, I especially love the crocus, breaking through the frozen ground to mark the renewal of the world, the renewal of faith and the renewal of life after winter.  In golds, blues and greens, Mary, Jesus and the angelic hosts show the defining moments in Mary's story from miraculous conception to birth.  Mary seems to remain the same but the angels interestingly change, from a beautiful Gabriel with rose wings, to chubby, flower-toting babies and narrow beams of holy light.  As always, everything changes and still stays the same.

See you tomorrow...

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