
William Dyce's Pegwell Bay, Kent – A Recollection of October 5th 1858. The picture shows the artist's family at the seashore late on a chilly autumn afternoon. Typical Victorians, they are hunting for fossilised bones or shells in an area of England, which, as the eroded chalk cliffs behind them testify, had been covered by the sea during the Cretaceous period. The painting is about time. Look closely and you see Donati's comet streaking across the soft evening sky, an astronomical event that would not recur for another 2,000 years. And there is a third timescale in the picture – the span of a human life, which is so terribly brief when, as here, it is measured against geological or astronomical time. Light fades, the day ends, a year passes, the little boy will grow up, the adults will die – and all this is but a drop in the ocean of time. I always think of Dyce's masterpiece as the most melancholy image in all of British art.
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