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Rembrandt is the greatest master of the golden age of Dutch painting, who put man and his experiences above all else. Even in portraits, he paid a lot of attention to the inner world of the hero, revealing it with small, invisible lines. In the plot scenes, it was fully disclosed. Created in the style of classicism.
The “Holy Family” of his brush differs from other works of the same subject in that it presents a household moment that does not give away either holiness or future torment. In a cramped room, in a straw cradle, Christ covered in a blanket sleeps.
His face is serene, he dreams of something good. The mother bends over him, breaking away from reading, covers the cradle from the bright light that worries the baby, at the same time making sure that everything is fine with him, that nightmares do not bother him, that his stomach does not hurt, that he does not breathe too shallowly a dream.
In the background, under a wall hung with tools, Joseph is carpentering. With an ax, he leveled some workpiece, bowing low to it. His beard is slightly gray from gray hair.
The colors of the picture are muffled, because in the room there is dusk, accelerated by the light of the hearth, and only the divine light of the angels soaring right there - small, chubby and curious - reminds us that this is not just a family, and not just an ordinary scene from life. That not just a baby sleeps in the cradle, of which there are hundreds in the world, but God embodied in the human body. That his mother conceived him from the Holy Spirit, without the touch of a mortal man, and that Joseph is Christ's earthly father, and not just a carpenter working in his house in the evening.
The whole picture is imbued with an atmosphere of peace and quiet. The cross is still far away, and the terrible Golgotha does not wash Pilate’s hands and do not shout in the crowd “Let us go to Barabbas!” Until then, years and years. In the meantime, the mother is rocking the child and at this particular moment there is nothing more important.
Turner Artist Paintings