bottom of his neck and a little square amulet that falls on his chest.
The grace and charm of the figures cannot be too much admired. Although
of small dimensions, the artist has endowed them with the physiognomy
and features suited to their age with as much exactness as if he
had been dealing with a colossus. The firm flesh and rounded but
muscular limbs of the woman in her prime, and the chubby flesh and soft
limbs of the child, are treated equally happily. The mother’s face has
a smiling charm, the son’s a naïve and wondering grace: the Egyptian
chisel did not often work with so much intelligence and lightness.
[Illustration: SKHEMKA WITH HIS WIFE AND SON.
Limestone. The Louvre.]
The gesture with which each of the two small people embraces the leg
of the big one is not an artifice of composition, a simple way of
attaching the subordinate elements of the group to the principal one.
It is often to be found in turning over the plates of Lepsius’s fine
work.[22] The inscriptions repeatedly state of the wife that “she loved
her husband,” and the artists reveal it in action. Seated or standing
by his side, she puts her hand on his shoulder or her arm round his
neck; crouching or kneeling, she leans against him, her breast pressed
against his leg, her cheek leaning against his knee. And it is not only
in the privacy of the home that she treats him with this affectionate
abandon, but in public, before the servants or the assembled vassals,
while he is inspecting his lands and reviewing his possessions.[23]
In the same way it is rare to find a personage without his children,
“who love him,” at his feet or by his side, from the little, naked
long-haired boy, like Knom, to the grown-up sons and married daughters.
To sum up, the sculptor to whom we owe the Louvre monument has carved
in stone a scene of contemporary life. He shows us Skhemka, Ati, and
Knom grouped as they were every day: and what is conventional in his
work is not the grouping of the three people, but the disproportion in
stature between the husband and wife, and between the mother and son.
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