Rembrandt Harmenszoon Van Rijn – The Slaughtered Ox (attr.)
с.1643. 73х52
Location: Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow.
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The Slaughterhouse
Cement floor, and blood flows down the drain.
Ribs are torn open – wings hang loose.
For the cow, its dead as a fish;
Light is not frightening. Hell is not frightening for the soul.
Hell is not at all frightening for the bovine soul.
... There is power – their amber, secret light.
Prayers exist – is the veil raised in vain?
The human eye does not see the veil of prayer.
Black blood flows down the drain.
A heavy smell of slaughter hangs in the air.
And in his apron, the butcher resembles a god
From a pantheon of evil. Actively evil.
And ripping out the liver with a crunch from the sheep,
The butcher will chew a piece and be drunk.
Everything is too abominable here.
You cannot uproot this wrongness, like weeds.
The world of slaughterhouses is infernal. And steaks...
Tell me, do they not please you?
With mustard, with smacking lips?
Forget all the texts! Im already done with them.
How else without slaughterhouses? Rebuild your conscience,
Eat something else! They lead the cows again.
Their eyes are so meek! It makes me ashamed to say it.
How much blood is reliable for a souls body?
Which poem is truthful and touches the soul?
You cannot comment Why?
The composition directs attention immediately to the hanging carcass. Its sheer size and proximity to the viewer evoke a sense of immediacy and discomfort. The artist has paid close attention to anatomical accuracy; the contours of muscle tissue are clearly delineated, and the texture of the skin is convincingly portrayed. This level of detail lends a brutal honesty to the scene, avoiding any romanticization or softening of the act of slaughter.
In the lower left corner, a figure – presumably a butcher – is visible, partially obscured by shadow. He appears engaged in some task related to the butchering process, though his actions are not explicitly shown. His presence reinforces the narrative of labor and industry inherent within the scene. At the base of the composition lies a canine form, seemingly lifeless or incapacitated. Its inclusion adds another layer of pathos; it could be interpreted as a symbol of vulnerability or an unintended casualty of the depicted activity.
The setting itself appears to be a confined space – perhaps a slaughterhouse or butchery workshop – characterized by rough-hewn walls and utilitarian construction. The lack of ornamentation further emphasizes the functional, almost clinical nature of the environment.
Subtextually, this painting seems to explore themes of mortality, sacrifice, and the relationship between humanity and the natural world. The stark realism employed avoids sentimentality, prompting a direct confrontation with the realities of food production and consumption. The subdued lighting and limited color palette contribute to an overall mood of melancholy and introspection, suggesting a contemplation on the cyclical nature of life and death. The canine figure introduces a note of tragedy, hinting at the broader consequences of human actions within this system.