Giulio Monteverde’s “Angel of the Resurrection” and the Quiet Drama of Marble

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In the sprawling stone labyrinth of Genoa’s Monumental Cemetery of Staglieno, there is an angel who has mastered the art of stillness. She does not fly. She does not console. She does not even raise the trumpet she holds so delicately in her right hand.

Instead, she ‘waits’ and in her waiting, she has become one of the most photographed, most mythologized figures in European funerary art.

Giulio Monteverde carved the “Angel of the Resurrection” in 1882 for the opulent Oneto family tomb, but she has long outgrown her commission. She’s crossed borders, seeped into visual culture, and shaped a whole generation’s idea of what a cemetery angel ‘should’ look like: not a stiff Victorian guardian, but a luminous, ambiguous creature whose beauty unsettles as much as it soothes.

The Face: Not Sorrow, Not Comfort Something Stranger

Look closely—really closely—at the face.

There is no grief. No heavenly bliss. No knowing smile.

Instead, you find a kind of emotional neutrality, almost modern in its restraint. Her gaze slides somewhere past you, thoughtful but distant, as if she’s contemplating the quiet machinery of the universe rather than the bodies sleeping beneath her.

It’s this expression—enigmatic, androgynous, impossible to categorize—that earned the sculpture its nickname:

‘the Mona Lisa of cemetery art.’

The Body: A Twist, A Lean, A Whisper of Movement

Monteverde knew marble like a second language. The angel’s body forms a loose spiral, a subtle S-curve that feels almost photographic in its naturalism. The crossed arms—one holding her trumpet, one resting on her opposite shoulder—soften the whole pose into a moment of delicious suspense.

She might move, but not yet.

She might speak, but not here.

She might call the world back to life, but only at the right cosmic second.

In an age obsessed with technological progress, Monteverde gave the Oneto family a messenger suspended between worlds—classical in form, modern in mood.

Wings, Stars, and Small Rebellions

The wings are lavish, full of carved feathers that catch afternoon light like two giant pages of an illuminated manuscript.

But Monteverde rebels in the details:

The angel wears a crown of nine stars a wink to the nine choirs of angels.

Her hair is not remote or otherworldly; it’s fashionably curled, almost Parisian.

Her robe, draped off one shoulder, hints at sensuality, a trait that scandalized the pious and thrilled the aesthetes.

This is not a distant, holy messenger.

This is a creature of liminal glamour.

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Resurrection, But Make It Symbolist

The angel is technically a herald of the Last Judgment—‘the’ angel who will blow the trumpet when time collapses into eternity—but Monteverde makes her feel like a Symbolist dream.

She embodies both “Eros and Thanatos”, beauty and death, anticipation and stasis.

In her silence, she tells a different resurrection story: not thunder, not apocalypse, but the quiet survival of memory.

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