The Nymphs Are All Wet

Bacchus is nothing without his nymphs. Dirty nymphs are fun. Wet nymphs, too, are fun. Bathing nymphs? They create a conflict of interest. But on balance, after careful careful consideration… Bathing nymphs are wet nymphs, and therefore Bacchus approves.

Art shown is a detail (click for the full painting) from Bathing Nymphs by Hans Dahl.

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Nymphs

A big pile of nymphs, as painted by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. Formally titled Les Oréades, and housed in the Musée d’Orsay:

Bouguereau, man. One of these days in the afterlife I’m gonna have to hunt him down. I think I owe him a beer.

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Eating The Fruit

This lovely but bizarre piece is called In The Beginning, by artist Norman Lindsay. Funny thing is, it’s not quite the Garden of Eden scene I was taught in Sunday school:

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Nymphs of the Forest

One of the best things that comes with the job of being Bacchus is the close association with a fine assortment of woodland nymphs. What’s not to like about lovely women whose favorite pastime is frolicking nude in the forest, and who are (by virtue of their assigned role in the extremely traditional mythos) properly observant of the prerogatives of the god of wine and wild partying?

Ok, daydream over, everybody get back on your heads.

2012 Update: I now have tools for sourcing images that weren’t available back in 2003. It turns out this one comes from Met Art, so I’ve linked the old 320-pixel thumb to a larger view. And here are some more of these nymphs: