DOI Heft:
No. 346 (January 1922)
DOI Artikel:Church, Richard: The art of William Shackleton
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21395#0034
THE ART OF WILLIAM SHACKLE-
TON.
FROM the days of the first civilisations
men have always been amazed to find
individuality in one of their number.
No sooner 'is a tradition established, an
historical inheritance entered upon, than
the sensitive man becomes clothed with
ideas which are not his own. Because
these ideas have surrounded him from his
entry into a world which ever grows more
complex with the enlarging endowment
of tradition, he has become so familiar
with them that only by the bitter ex-
periences of a lifetime does he discover
that these tangled relics of the past are
not the true fabric of his being. Should
a crisis come which demands superlative
struggle, he will find his muscles re-
stricted by these inherited robes. Fettered
by a beauty not his own, he will throw
it off, to emerge stark for the battle, a prey
to the winds of criticism, every blemish
on his nurtured body exhibited for the
ridicule of the world. 000
The battle of the Schools beating about
him, the brave soul will pursue his way,
growing hardened and healthful, to rise
a little out of the ruck. Seeing him
isolated there, and glimpsing beyond him
his goal, the crowd will be converted, and
acknowledge him—master ! It may be
not until long afterwards will they find he
has picked the brains of their leaders. 0
To-day we are confronted with such a
TON.
FROM the days of the first civilisations
men have always been amazed to find
individuality in one of their number.
No sooner 'is a tradition established, an
historical inheritance entered upon, than
the sensitive man becomes clothed with
ideas which are not his own. Because
these ideas have surrounded him from his
entry into a world which ever grows more
complex with the enlarging endowment
of tradition, he has become so familiar
with them that only by the bitter ex-
periences of a lifetime does he discover
that these tangled relics of the past are
not the true fabric of his being. Should
a crisis come which demands superlative
struggle, he will find his muscles re-
stricted by these inherited robes. Fettered
by a beauty not his own, he will throw
it off, to emerge stark for the battle, a prey
to the winds of criticism, every blemish
on his nurtured body exhibited for the
ridicule of the world. 000
The battle of the Schools beating about
him, the brave soul will pursue his way,
growing hardened and healthful, to rise
a little out of the ruck. Seeing him
isolated there, and glimpsing beyond him
his goal, the crowd will be converted, and
acknowledge him—master ! It may be
not until long afterwards will they find he
has picked the brains of their leaders. 0
To-day we are confronted with such a