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New York Movie

New York Movie

Oil on Canvas, 1939

Edward Hopper

"The tide of the twentieth century was flowing in a different direction altogether. It was the picture palaces, their fronts so brilliantly lighted, inside so mysteriously dark, that provided our true churches and chapels. There we sat, separately or clasped together, in scented darkness (in those days attendants during intervals squirted perfume like Flit over the heads of the patrons in their seats) and worshipped our tribal gods: sex, money and violence as they were projected on to the screen and entered into our own minds and bodies. Thus the new gospel was propounded in the beginning was the Flesh and the Flesh became Word; to be carnally minded is lifedying in the Spirit to be re-born in the Flesh. There was no more ardent acolyte than I, and yet, trudging homewards late at night along the empty tram-lines, a fearful sense of desolation would fall upon me. I strained my ear, but heard only the sound of my own footsteps; I peered ahead, but saw nothing except the tramlines reaching into the distance."

--Malcolm Muggeridge, Jesus Rediscovered


Bronze Horseman


Bronze Horseman
Oil on Canvas, 1870
Vasily Ivanovich Surikov

"In the woods there was a little church, of course disused now. The Fronts of such churches, like the Greek ones, are painted with bright colours; blues bluer than the bluest sky, whites whiter than the whitest snow. Someone - heaven knows who - had painted up the one in the Kliasma woods. Standing in front of this unknown painter's handiwork, I blessed his name, feeling that I belonged to the little disused church he had embellished, and that the Kremlin with its scarlet flag and dark towers and godlen spires was an alien kingdom. A kingdom of power such as the Devil had in his gift, and offered to Christ, to be declined by him in favour of the kingdom of love. I, too, must decline it, and live in the kingdom of love."

-Malcolm Muggeridge in his Chronicles of Wasted Time


Mr. Westwood on Chafy


Mr. Westwood on Chafy

1821 Oil on Canvas

George Henry Laporte

"Do you give the horse his strength
or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust, 
striking terror with his proud snorting? 
He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,
and charges into the fray. 
He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing,
 he does not shy away from the sword.
The quiver rattles against his side,
along with the flashing spear and lance;
In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground;
he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, ‘Aha!’
He catches the scent of battle from afar,
the shout of commanders and the battle cry."

--The Creator, God speaking to Job in the book of Job 39:19-25 


Holland, Hyacinth Garden

Holland, Hyacinth Garden
Undated, Oil on Canvas
George Hitchcock


"It's not a funny question, papa; it's a very serious one. I can't think why the unchanging God should have made all the most beautiful things wither and grow ugly, or burst and vanish, or die somehow and be no more. Mamma is not so beautiful as she once was, is she?"

"In one way, no; but in another and better way, much more so. But we will not talk about her kind of beauty just now; we will keep to the more material loveliness of which you have been speaking—though, in truth, no loveliness can be only material. Well, then, for my answer; it is, I think, because God loves the beauty so much that he makes all beautiful things vanish quickly."

"I do not understand you, papa."


"I daresay not, my dear. But I will explain to you a little, if Mr. Percivale will excuse me."


"On the contrary, I am greatly interested, both in the question and the answer."


"Well, then, Wynnie; everything has a soul and a body, or something like them. By the body we know the soul. But we are always ready to love the body instead of the soul. Therefore, God makes the body die continually, that we may learn to love the soul indeed. The world is full of beautiful things, but God has saved many men from loving the mere bodies of them, by making them poor; and more still by reminding them that if they be as rich as Croesus all their lives, they will be as poor as Diogenes—poorer, without even a tub—when this world, with all its pictures, scenery, books, and—alas for some Christians!—bibles even, shall have vanished away."
"Why do you say alas, papa—if they are Christians especially?"


"I say alas only from their point of view, not from mine. I mean such as are always talking and arguing from the Bible, and never giving themselves any trouble to do what it tells them. They insist on the anise and cummin, and forget the judgment, mercy, and faith. These worship the body of the truth, and forget the soul of it. If the flowers were not perishable, we should cease to contemplate their beauty, either blinded by the passion for hoarding the bodies of them, or dulled by the hebetude of commonplaceness that the constant presence of them would occasion. To compare great things with small, the flowers wither, the bubbles break, the clouds and sunsets pass, for the very same holy reason, in the degree of its application to them, for which the Lord withdrew from his disciples and ascended again to his Father—that the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, the Soul of things, might come to them and abide with them, and so the Son return, and the Father be revealed. The flower is not its loveliness, and its loveliness we must love, else we shall only treat them as flower-greedy children, who gather and gather, and fill hands and baskets, from a mere desire of acquisition, excusable enough in them, but the same in kind, however harmless in mode, and degree, and object, as the avarice of the miser. Therefore God, that we may always have them, and ever learn to love their beauty, and yet more their truth, sends the beneficent winter that we may think about what we have lost, and welcome them when they come again with greater tenderness and love, with clearer eyes to see, and purer hearts to understand, the spirit that dwells in them. We cannot do without the 'winter of our discontent.'


-George MacDonald from The Seaboard Parish


Elizabeth II


 Elizabeth II

Oil on Canvas c.1955

Denis Fildes

O God,
Who providest for thy people by thy power,
And rulest over them in love:
Grant unto this thy servant Elizabeth, our Queen,
The Spirit of wisdom and government,
That being devoted unto thee with her whole heart,
She may so wisely govern,
That in her time thy Church may be in safety,
And Christian devotion may continue in peace;
That so persevering in good works unto the end,
She may by thy mercy come to thine everlasting kingdom;
Through Jesus Christ, thy Son, our Lord,
Who liveth and reigneth with thee
In the unity of the Holy Ghost,
One God for ever and ever. Amen.


-From the Coronation Ceremony of Elizabeth II, June 2, 1953


See Also: The Course of Empire, another oil post.