Lawya Art: The skull of a lawyer?

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One of my favourite legal themed sketches by Lisa Bowden of Lisa Bowden Art in Western Australia.

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Here’s my take on the image:

‘Footprints of a skeleton lawyer hurrying through the graveyard, past the tombstones, the dead, the ghosts and ghouls on a cold, wet, misty grey night …. a thin fog rolling across …. but nobody is home. The graves have been robbed ….’

 

 

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Loving this oil on canvas, the muted colours of the lawyer’s wig

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HAMLET:

Why, may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillities, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? Why does he suffer this mad knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in’s time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will scarcely lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?  (Hamlet, 5.1.97), Hamlet to Horatio

 

* quiddities – quibbles; petty distinctions. From Latin quid, meaning what.

 

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…. loving this digitally altered photography ‘Midnight in the Graveyard with a Lawyer’ by Thomas Woolworth

 

My take on Mr. Woolworth’s image:

‘A grave and grim matter it is in the dead of night, midnight in the garden of good and evil in the garden of the graveyard lawyer, moonlight peaking through the trees, the lawyer contemplates death and the mysteries of life while, perhaps, waiting for new clients – the grave robbers and resurrectionists.
No, not an ambulance chaser, a grave chaser!
“Mostly shunned at dusk, I love graveyards” the lawyer says positioning his gaunt body on the rough edge of the tombstone.
“They are busy places really, crowded with corpses and souls and noisy body snatchers. Never quiet and certainly never dull as I wait for criminality in slinking thieves and sly villains” he says, grinning wide with clenched and rotted teeth.’

 

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