There is an emotional complexity to this wonderful painting by Swiss artist Eugène Burnand. I know very little about him, apart from the usual resort of Wikipedia. But he manages to capture a moment of almost frantic inquisitiveness, as Peter and his young, fellow-disciple John rush in the golden sunrise light to the burial garden. Their faces seem filled with anxiety, confusion, hope, wonder, and longing all at once. Hoping against hope, but fearing a con, or something worse? Could Mary Magdalene, first to visit the tomb, possibly have been right…?
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It’s a standard question for writers (or indeed any type of artist), so E. M. Forster would often be asked who or what had influenced
Jeepers – it’s been a whole year since I last did a Q Combo – need to get back into the habit. But this is
Happy Christmas one and all! This Christmas Combo is only 2 days late, but the meanings and wonder it points us to are by no
We moved house this summer – so this poem is apt: the ‘clocks and carpets and chairs on the lawn all day’. We moved to
I’m haunted by contemporary city life – the millions of parallel lives occupying the same square miles. Christopher Nevinson entitled one of his most striking
It’s nearly 10 months since I last did a combo – so here’s the latest. William Cowper is a personal hero – he has featured
I just can’t bear it. Having had friends who have lived in Aleppo, the sight of the firestorm there these week has been heartbreaking. Destruction
I was giving a talk at a church in Oxford last weekend, on the issue of Doing Christian Ministry while Battling Depression (it should be
This poem is more positive than it first appears. Nevertheless, it is pointed and painful. But then, how can the sense of failure not be?
Wishing all Q readers a very HAPPY CHRISTMAS! In celebration of this astonishing commonplace, here is a combination that evokes the shocking naturalism of the
I’ve loved Odilon Redon for a while… but at a distance. I know very little about him, and know only a little bit of his