Honeymoon in Normandy – a Street in Lisieux (1885)

Medium: oil

Exhibited: Royal Academy, 1885

Athenaeum, 11 April 1885:

Mr. Eyre Crowe has finished, and will probably send to the Royal Academy … ‘A Wedding Tour in Normandy’; a young English couple riding a tandem tricycle in the High Street of an old and picturesque town, much to the admiration and edification of the observers.

The Scotsman, 12 May 1885:

In his quaintly humorous way, Eyre Crowe has hit off the notion of a newly-wedded pair doing their honeymoon on a bicycle. The sensation excited as the equipage passes through a quiet Norman town is indicated in happily imagined look and gesture, not the least telling point being the obvious effort of the travellers to look as nonchalant as possible under the general gaze. The workmanship shows accustomed solidity, with the painter’s no less characteristic hardness and dryness of manner.

The Times, 22 May 1885:

… Mr. Eyre Crowe’s dreadful ‘Honeymoon in Normandy’ (780) – this, too, is on the line.

Illustrated London News, 30 May 1885:

Of all the pictures in the room … Mr Armitage’s ‘After the Arena’ (792) is – putting aside Mr. Eyre Crowe’s ‘Honeymoon’ (780) – almost, if not quite, the worst.

Athenaeum, 13 June 1885:

… a young British couple on a tricycle in a street at Lisieux. Mr. Crowe should break his lamps.

‘The Academy and the Salon’, Walter Armstrong, The National Review, 28 June 1885:

On the present occasion, seven pictures by Mr J.R. Herbert, three by Mr. Eyre Crowe, three by Mr. Frith, three by Mr. Oakes, six by Mr. Cooker, three by Mr. Storey, three by Mr. Armitage, four by Mr. Goodall, and one by Mr. Hodgson, or thirty-three in all, occupy places on the line; and, of the whole thirty-three, hardly one would have the slightest chance of admission to any show where merit was the test. A few of them, such as Mr. Herbert’s seven, Mr. Eyre Crowe’s three, Mr. Storey’s three, and a monstrous thing by Mr. Armitage, are such fatuous absurdities that, were it not for the harm they do to the general cause of art, one would pass them by with a shrug of the shoulders and a thought of pity for the men who had seriously to find them places…

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