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Don’t complain about the weather… it’s raining wine on us.

Unknown Artist and Honoré Daumier

Don’t complain about the weather… it’s raining wine on us.

1864

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Don’t complain about the weather… it’s raining wine on us.

Unknown Artist and Honoré Daumier

Don’t complain about the weather… it’s raining wine on us.

Don’t complain about the weather… it’s raining wine on us.

1864

Physical Qualities Lithograph, Sheet: 160 × 248 mm. (6 5/16 × 9 3/4 in.)
Portfolio/Series Unnumbered plate from the series "En Vendanges"
Credit Line Nelson and Juanita Greif Gutman Collection
Object Number 1963.313.22

Artist

Unknown Artist

Artist

Honoré Daumier

French, 1808-1879

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PRINTS, DRAWINGS & PHOTOGRAPHS
CROQUADE DIVERS
Unknown Artist and Honoré Daumier
Croquade Divers
1840
DELIGHTED TO FIND HIMSELF ON SHOW, THE ORIGINAL TAKES HIS WIFE TO THE EXHIBITION, AND PLACES HER BEFORE HIS IMAGE TO ENJOY THE OPINION OF THE CROWD. - LOOK, SOME SAY, IT'S THE CHINESE COMMISSIONER LIN! - NO, OTHERS SAY, DON'T YOU SEE, IT'S NATURAL HISTORY! - IT'S... RESUMES ONE GENTLEMAN IN POSSESSION OF THE CATALOGUE, IT'S THE PORTRAIT OF MR. D..... INSURANCE BROKER: - OH WELL, WITH A BONCE LIKE THAT HE DOESN'T NEED TO INSURE HIMSELF, HE'LL NOT
Honoré Daumier
Delighted to find himself on show, the original takes his wife to the exhibition, and places her before his image to enjoy the opinion of the crowd. - Look, some say, it's the Chinese commissioner Lin! - No, others say, don't you see, it's natural history! - It's... resumes one gentleman in possession of the catalogue, it's the portrait of Mr. D..... insurance broker: - Oh well, with a bonce like that he doesn't need to insure himself, he'll not easily be snatched up. (Madame, his wife, leaves exceedingly flattered)
1842
CONSCRIPT REPLACEMENT AGENCY. -THERE'S MERCHANDISE AN' MERCHANDISE! YOU WAN' A COMMON REPLACEMENT, THAT'LL COST YER ONLY 800 F., BUT I WARN YER, THEY'RE ALL SWINDLERS, CROOKS WHO DON'T STAY WITH THEIR REGIMENT, WHO SKEDADDLE AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY AND WHO 'AVE TER BE RETRIEVED.... WOULD YER LIKE TER MAKE IT 1'500 F., TAKE THAT SPECIMENT, IT AIN'T HANDSOME BUT IT'S OF GOOD COMPOSITION AND IT'S GOT PAPERS... AS MANY AS YER LIKE AN' IT DON'T FLINC
Honoré Daumier
Conscript replacement agency. -There's merchandise an' merchandise! You wan' a common replacement, that'll cost yer only 800 F., but I warn yer, they're all swindlers, crooks who don't stay with their regiment, who skedaddle at the first opportunity and who 'ave ter be retrieved.... Would yer like ter make it 1'500 F., take that speciment, it ain't handsome but it's of good composition and it's got papers... As many as yer like an' it don't flinch from six years' service. - Bertrand (aside): You c'n count on it, civilian!"
1837
VIRGIN AND CHILD
Unknown Artist and Cornelis Schut
Virgin and Child
n.d.
LION'S SHARE. CALM YOURSELVES, GENTLEMEN. WE'VE A HUNDRED LOUIS, EIGHTY OF THEM BELONG TO ME, EIGHTEEN TO MR. LE COMTE DE ST. BERTRAND, THAT LEAVES TWO FOR THE FIFTEEN OF YOU... IT'S STRANGE, THESE ETERNAL COMPLAINTS!! REALLY, IT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE TO MAKE SUCH A MISTAKE!... WHAT THE DEVIL, GENTLEMEN, WE'RE ALL HONEST MEN, SORT THINGS OUT BETWEEN YOURSELVES, SHARE THE TWO LOUIS BETWEEN YOU, LET’S NOT MAKE A SCANDAL!
Honoré Daumier
Lion's share. Calm yourselves, gentlemen. We've a hundred louis, eighty of them belong to me, eighteen to Mr. Le Comte de St. Bertrand, that leaves two for the fifteen of you... It's strange, these eternal complaints!! Really, it's just not possible to make such a mistake!... What the devil, gentlemen, we're all honest men, sort things out between yourselves, share the two louis between you, let’s not make a scandal!
1837
JORIS HOEFNAGEL
Unknown Artist and Hendrick Hondius
Joris Hoefnagel
n.d.
ROBERT MACAIRE, SALESMAN IN BIBLES. - (BERTRAND): THE SUBSCRIBERS CLAIM THAT WE ARE SWINDLERS, THIEVES... I MEAN PURLOINERS, AND THEY ARE KICKING... ER, I MEAN, TURNING US OUT. - (ROBERT): WHAT EXPRESSIONS TO USE, YOU RASCAL... YOU MUST ADDRESS ME MORE DECENTLY OR I KICK... ER, I MEAN PUSH YOU OUT OF THE DOOR. IT'S YOU HIGHFALUTING MANNER, YOUR HIGH PITCHED TWADDLE, THAT RILES THE SUBSCRIBERS. STOP THAT! IF THEY THROW YOU OUT OF THE DOOR, GO BACK
Honoré Daumier
Robert Macaire, salesman in Bibles. - (Bertrand): The subscribers claim that we are swindlers, thieves... I mean purloiners, and they are kicking... er, I mean, turning us out. - (Robert): What expressions to use, you rascal... you must address me more decently or I kick... er, I mean push you out of the door. It's you highfaluting manner, your high pitched twaddle, that riles the subscribers. Stop that! If they throw you out of the door, go back through the rear window... if they slap your face, turn your other cheek... but don't you come back here without subscriptions, or I ... well, never mind!
1838
PIKE-BEARER, FACING RIGHT
Unknown Artist and Hendrick Goltzius
Pike-Bearer, Facing Right
after 1583
WHEN ONE'S PORTRAIT IS EXHIBITED AT THE SALON. - IT'S FLATTERING, ISN'T IT EUDOXIE, TO BE SHOWN LIKE THIS IN PUBLIC, AND I DON'T REGRET THE 200 FRANCS IT HAS COST US... THERE IS A MAN LOOKING AT US... HE SEEMS TO THINK HIGHLY OF US! - (THE ART STUDENT): HOW CAN ANYBODY HAVE THE NERVE TO SIT FOR A PORTRAIT WITH A FACE LIKE THAT!
Honoré Daumier
When one's portrait is exhibited at the Salon. - It's flattering, isn't it Eudoxie, to be shown like this in public, and I don't regret the 200 francs it has cost us... there is a man looking at us... he seems to think highly of us! - (The art student): How can anybody have the nerve to sit for a portrait with a face like that!
1845
THE MONK AND THE NUN
Unknown Artist and Heinrich Aldegrever
The Monk and the Nun
1530
AND THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL A SQUALL!.... IT'S BEEN GOING ON FOR TWO HOURS ALREADY!.... I DON'T EVEN DARE TO OPEN MY MOUTH, I AM SURE THE RAIN MUST TASTE TERRIBLY SALTY!...
Honoré Daumier
And this is what they call a squall!.... it's been going on for two hours already!.... I don't even dare to open my mouth, I am sure the rain must taste terribly salty!...
1859