DOI Heft:
No. 120 (February, 1907)
DOI Artikel:Studio-talk
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.28250#0369
Studio- Talk
■“MAISONS EN SUISSE'’
green, ever sober, yet warm ; Courbet’s own
secret.
As everyone knows, Courbet spent his last
years in Switzerland, at the extremity of the
Lake of Geneva; after the Commune, in which
he took a conspicuous part, he could not very
well return to France. While at Vevey Courbet
devoted all his time to painting; and though his
pictures done at this time were not perhaps his
best, some of them were
quite beautiful, as witness
his Chateau de Chillon,
now reproduced. Courbet
wras an admirable painter
of animals. He knew not
r
only the decorative rich-
ness of the forest, but
also its inhabitants. His
Chevreuil., which was dis-
played here, is one of his
finest efforts.
advance on preceding ex-
hibitions, and there are to
be found several works
which fully deserve atten-
tion. Le Clown, by Felix
Borchardt, is a colourist’s
tour de force, and shows us
that this already well-known
open-air artist is capable of
succeeding in interiors of
extremely subtle expression.
The landscapists do not fail
us, and even though M.
Boucher and M. Fourie tell
us nothing new, I may say,
on the other hand, that M.
Waidmann is making rapid
progress. Here we have a
serious determined artist,
enamoured of the pic-
by g. courbet turesque, and devoted to
painting the landscapes
that were so dear to the lamented Thaulow.
M. Chialiva is a sober, restrained artist, with a
palette capable of fine moments; his Bords de
VOise, his Poulailler and his D'eversoir are loving
lyrics of rustic life. Among the English artists
one must note with respect Mr. Lorimer, who, in
his Adieu aux Hirondelles, is still the delicate, sensi-
tive artist we have known him to be. Grimelund
and Harrison send several charming views of
nature, of no great depth perhaps, and of Du
, The Socidte Inter-
nationale, in accordance
with its annual custom,
starts the series of big
exhibitions. Its twenty-
fourth display—that of a
group which, once among
the most brilliant, dropped
into decadence — shows
“the neighbour’s garden”
(See Munich Stu iio-Talk)
BY AUGUST KUHLES
355
■“MAISONS EN SUISSE'’
green, ever sober, yet warm ; Courbet’s own
secret.
As everyone knows, Courbet spent his last
years in Switzerland, at the extremity of the
Lake of Geneva; after the Commune, in which
he took a conspicuous part, he could not very
well return to France. While at Vevey Courbet
devoted all his time to painting; and though his
pictures done at this time were not perhaps his
best, some of them were
quite beautiful, as witness
his Chateau de Chillon,
now reproduced. Courbet
wras an admirable painter
of animals. He knew not
r
only the decorative rich-
ness of the forest, but
also its inhabitants. His
Chevreuil., which was dis-
played here, is one of his
finest efforts.
advance on preceding ex-
hibitions, and there are to
be found several works
which fully deserve atten-
tion. Le Clown, by Felix
Borchardt, is a colourist’s
tour de force, and shows us
that this already well-known
open-air artist is capable of
succeeding in interiors of
extremely subtle expression.
The landscapists do not fail
us, and even though M.
Boucher and M. Fourie tell
us nothing new, I may say,
on the other hand, that M.
Waidmann is making rapid
progress. Here we have a
serious determined artist,
enamoured of the pic-
by g. courbet turesque, and devoted to
painting the landscapes
that were so dear to the lamented Thaulow.
M. Chialiva is a sober, restrained artist, with a
palette capable of fine moments; his Bords de
VOise, his Poulailler and his D'eversoir are loving
lyrics of rustic life. Among the English artists
one must note with respect Mr. Lorimer, who, in
his Adieu aux Hirondelles, is still the delicate, sensi-
tive artist we have known him to be. Grimelund
and Harrison send several charming views of
nature, of no great depth perhaps, and of Du
, The Socidte Inter-
nationale, in accordance
with its annual custom,
starts the series of big
exhibitions. Its twenty-
fourth display—that of a
group which, once among
the most brilliant, dropped
into decadence — shows
“the neighbour’s garden”
(See Munich Stu iio-Talk)
BY AUGUST KUHLES
355