So. Back to the usual stuff. (ALTHOUGH LIVERPOOL WON A LOVELY TROPHY YESTERDAY)
I’ve got another pretty, pretty painting today, this time by Edmund Thomas Parris (1793-1873), English painter and inventor of the so-called Parris’s medium, a medium which turns into a dull fresco-like surface upon mixing with oil. I’m honestly not very sure as to what this means (I have a mental image, but it might be wrong), but it’s the only information I could get off Google, so sorry..
He was born in London, entered the Royal Academy, and at some point gained an important position at the royal court, having been asked to paint the Duke of Wellington’s funeral and Queen Victoria’s coronation. He died in London and remained in the history of art as an admirable artist, who not only painted, but also designed tapestry, stained-glass windows, porcelain pieces etc.
Nevertheless, he sometimes ventured beyond the usual duke-and-queen designs and came up with intriguing pieces of work, such as this one, The Visit at Moonlight (1832).
(proper version here)
A lovely painting, very… flowing? (i’ve no idea what’s the technical term for that) and warm, much helped, in my opinion, by the round frame shape, which seems to give it a dreamy quality. The diffuse light and translucent bodies enhance that feeling.
The strange thing is the object that the faeries seem attracted to; it could well be a statue, but my frighteningly dark mind thought of a funeral urn. Tying that with the title, it could perhaps make a connection between the fairy world and the other world? Oh, well, who knows.
In keeping with these ideas, I have here a fragment of an anonymous poem from the 17th century commonly referred as Thomas the Rhymer and a rather dark, but very beautiful, song about a moonlight procession…
‘O see ye not yon narrow road,
So thick beset wi’ thorns and briers?
That is the Path of Righteousness,
Though after it but few inquires.
‘And see ye not yon braid, braid road,
That lies across the lily leven?
That is the Path of Wickedness,
Though some call it the Road to Heaven.
‘And see ye not yon bonny road
That winds about the fernie brae?
That is the Road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.