William De Morgan

Design for a square tile, depicting an ostrich-like bird poking its long beak into an eggshell, 1872–88, Orange and brown watercolour on paper, 153 x 153 mm, The Victoria and Albert Museum, London; Given by Mrs William de Morgan, E.1054-1917, ©️ Victoria and Albert Museum, London

She Leaves Her Eggs to the Earth

Commentary by Hilary Davies

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William De Morgan’s ostrich-type bird looks out at us cheekily from a design from his Chelsea period of ceramic tile manufacture. This was a highly productive time in his career, when De Morgan was experimenting not only with the chemistry of the procedures involved, but also with the artistic potential for creating domestic objects that were aesthetically pleasing. He was a close friend of William Morris: the two men shared a passion both for the profusion of the natural world and the need to offer beauty to an increasingly industrialized society whose members were often reduced to drudgery and removed from the life-enhancing qualities of good art and craft.

Beautiful designs on the apparently humble tile that might surround a fireplace or decorate a kitchen were, in this period, De Morgan’s solution.

He also, like the author of Job, saw the humorous, crazy, or inexplicable in the natural world. This fantastical bird is a composite, with something of the crest of a secretary bird and the curved beak of a hornbill. But its short wing and tail feathers and powerful high ‘heel’ or ’ankle’ are distinctively ostrich, as is the deliberate reference to its nesting behaviour. By its pointed gaze, this bird, already a mockery of the avian world by the fact of being flightless, dares us to challenge what it is doing. The egg’s unprotected position on the bare earth (‘she leaves her eggs to the earth, and lets them be warmed on the ground’; Job 39:14) makes it clear it is an ostrich egg that is being broken open and devoured. It is an extreme instance of the lines, ‘She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers’ (v.16).

The river and the pyramids clearly visible here are details relevant to God’s blast at Job. This ostrich is scavenging in the vicinity of one of the world’s greatest life-giving rivers, a river that humanity may have tamed to some extent already in biblical antiquity but whose flux and fall are still entirely dependent on winter snows far to the south. In other words, the uncontrollable forces of nature. Further off, the pyramids, those massive monuments to the human desire to preserve life for ever, have shrunk to two small triangles on the horizon that fit between the bird’s ravaging bill and stalking leg. It is not only nature’s foolishness that is being mocked here.

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Job 39

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39“Do you know when the mountain goats bring forth?

Do you observe the calving of the hinds?

2Can you number the months that they fulfil,

and do you know the time when they bring forth,

3when they crouch, bring forth their offspring,

and are delivered of their young?

4Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open;

they go forth, and do not return to them.

5“Who has let the wild ass go free?

Who has loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

6to whom I have given the steppe for his home,

and the salt land for his dwelling place?

7He scorns the tumult of the city;

he hears not the shouts of the driver.

8He ranges the mountains as his pasture,

and he searches after every green thing.

9“Is the wild ox willing to serve you?

Will he spend the night at your crib?

10Can you bind him in the furrow with ropes,

or will he harrow the valleys after you?

11Will you depend on him because his strength is great,

and will you leave to him your labor?

12Do you have faith in him that he will return,

and bring your grain to your threshing floor?

13“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly;

but are they the pinions and plumage of love?

14For she leaves her eggs to the earth,

and lets them be warmed on the ground,

15forgetting that a foot may crush them,

and that the wild beast may trample them.

16She deals cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers;

though her labor be in vain, yet she has no fear;

17because God has made her forget wisdom,

and given her no share in understanding.

18When she rouses herself to flee,

she laughs at the horse and his rider.

19“Do you give the horse his might?

Do you clothe his neck with strength?

20Do you make him leap like the locust?

His majestic snorting is terrible.

21He paws in the valley, and exults in his strength;

he goes out to meet the weapons.

22He laughs at fear, and is not dismayed;

he does not turn back from the sword.

23Upon him rattle the quiver,

the flashing spear and the javelin.

24With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground;

he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

25When the trumpet sounds, he says ‘Aha!’

He smells the battle from afar,

the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

26“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars,

and spreads his wings toward the south?

27Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up

and makes his nest on high?

28On the rock he dwells and makes his home

in the fastness of the rocky crag.

29Thence he spies out the prey;

his eyes behold it afar off.

30His young ones suck up blood;

and where the slain are, there is he.”