DOI Heft:
No. 18 (September, 1894)
DOI Artikel:Martin, David: Some paintings by Joseph Crawhall, Jun.
DOI Artikel:Richards, Frank: Letters from artists to artists, [10], Venice as a sketching-ground
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17190#0188
Sketching Grounds.—No. X. Venice
The Barb Horse in Stable and The Aviary be- official, who asked " if we were going aboard,"
long to Mr. William Burrell, and the Bull Fight to which salutation brought us clearly to our senses.
Mr. George Burrell, by whose kind permission they However, after two or three days' tedious and dusty
are here reproduced. D. M. travelling we found ourselves at break of day in
Venice, en route for our palatial
apartments.
That morning of arrival we slept
not; but after some refreshment, in
the form of coffee, at once made a
reconnoitre (not for the first time in
our lives) of our field of action for
the few coming months. Within a
week we found ourselves sketching
here, there, and everywhere, but we
soon forsook Venice for one of the
islands near by, called Chioggia,
where perhaps, from a painter's
point of view, the finest colour
exists. But before I speak of this
place let me give you some idea of
the colour in Venice itself. Rising
at five a.m. one bright morning, our
gondolier gracefully guided us in
his noiseless cab to the fruit and
fish market just beyond the Rialto
Bridge, where we beheld the most
gorgeous display of strong bright
colour, of all manner of fruits,
vegetables, and the various costumes
of the Venetian peasants and fruit
vendors. In the piazza of the
market-place were piles of huge
melons or the like, most of which
were cut and quartered; the bril-
liant cadmium of the melons with
the clear bright sunlight upon it,
the thousands of large baskets of
tomatoes, and the various-coloured
■ the aviary " by Joseph crawhall vegetables common to the country,
were indeed a sight to gaze upon ;
ETTERS FROM ARTISTS TO ac^ t0 t'iese tne costumes of the men and women,
ARTISTS NO X VENICE AS fitting to and fro ; the canvas-topped stalls and
-,,_'„„' rnATivn t>\t awnings, striped with various colours, some in the
A SKETCHING-GROUND. BY . ° ;.r ' ,
FRANK RICHARDS blazing sunlight, some in the deep lilac shadow ot
' the market buildings,—and the whole almost
My dear C,—After the hasty good-bye at appeared to heap up the glow of colour to the very
Victoria, D- H- and myself soon settled skies. At first one felt it would be hopeless to
down, and collecting together the few reasonable attempt to make any sort of a colour note of this
thoughts we had left in us, sought to plan out what brilliant display ; nevertheless, after a little while
places we should stop at on our way to Venice; we succeeded in getting some very useful and
but nature soon frustrated our desires, and we each characteristic sketches, with the breath-prints
found the other asking questions with a nodding imprinted on them from the mouths of the many
head, receiving no answers ; we both finally fell fast loungers ever to be seen skulking and loitering
asleep, aroused later on at midnight by a railway about. These have great ideas of art, judging from
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The Barb Horse in Stable and The Aviary be- official, who asked " if we were going aboard,"
long to Mr. William Burrell, and the Bull Fight to which salutation brought us clearly to our senses.
Mr. George Burrell, by whose kind permission they However, after two or three days' tedious and dusty
are here reproduced. D. M. travelling we found ourselves at break of day in
Venice, en route for our palatial
apartments.
That morning of arrival we slept
not; but after some refreshment, in
the form of coffee, at once made a
reconnoitre (not for the first time in
our lives) of our field of action for
the few coming months. Within a
week we found ourselves sketching
here, there, and everywhere, but we
soon forsook Venice for one of the
islands near by, called Chioggia,
where perhaps, from a painter's
point of view, the finest colour
exists. But before I speak of this
place let me give you some idea of
the colour in Venice itself. Rising
at five a.m. one bright morning, our
gondolier gracefully guided us in
his noiseless cab to the fruit and
fish market just beyond the Rialto
Bridge, where we beheld the most
gorgeous display of strong bright
colour, of all manner of fruits,
vegetables, and the various costumes
of the Venetian peasants and fruit
vendors. In the piazza of the
market-place were piles of huge
melons or the like, most of which
were cut and quartered; the bril-
liant cadmium of the melons with
the clear bright sunlight upon it,
the thousands of large baskets of
tomatoes, and the various-coloured
■ the aviary " by Joseph crawhall vegetables common to the country,
were indeed a sight to gaze upon ;
ETTERS FROM ARTISTS TO ac^ t0 t'iese tne costumes of the men and women,
ARTISTS NO X VENICE AS fitting to and fro ; the canvas-topped stalls and
-,,_'„„' rnATivn t>\t awnings, striped with various colours, some in the
A SKETCHING-GROUND. BY . ° ;.r ' ,
FRANK RICHARDS blazing sunlight, some in the deep lilac shadow ot
' the market buildings,—and the whole almost
My dear C,—After the hasty good-bye at appeared to heap up the glow of colour to the very
Victoria, D- H- and myself soon settled skies. At first one felt it would be hopeless to
down, and collecting together the few reasonable attempt to make any sort of a colour note of this
thoughts we had left in us, sought to plan out what brilliant display ; nevertheless, after a little while
places we should stop at on our way to Venice; we succeeded in getting some very useful and
but nature soon frustrated our desires, and we each characteristic sketches, with the breath-prints
found the other asking questions with a nodding imprinted on them from the mouths of the many
head, receiving no answers ; we both finally fell fast loungers ever to be seen skulking and loitering
asleep, aroused later on at midnight by a railway about. These have great ideas of art, judging from
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