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In the galleries
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In the Galleries
PEGASUS BY EDWARD F. SANFORD, JR.
IN THE GALLERIES
The art season in New York and elsewhere
in America is facing very curious problems
this winter whose solution can better be ar-
rived at later on when a few exhibitions have been
held. November and December are more or less
tentative months when dealers put out stock pic-
tures and reserve their best material until after
Xmas. It is like pugilists sparring for a lead.
At present there are a few initiatory shows, most
important of which is one at the Montross Gallery.
Shades of Thomas W. Dewing, D. W. Tryon,
Horatio Walker and that group identified with the
Montross Gallery, for the genial proprietor has
taken yet another bold step into the realms of the
very modern men and offers us at his Fifth Avenue
rooms a group of advanced notions and strange
performances—not, be it understood,without inter-
est, but still far away from his old standards.
Other times other manners. It is unquestionably
a day of art unrest, and here we have some of the
revolutionary young men, with their strange
manifestations. Tell us what does Mr. Milne
mean by his Black and his Red, wherein are vari-
ous spots indicating strangely two figures, women,
with faces made not out of roses, but out of dreary
pigment, black or red, as the case may be. George
Alfred Williams we get, in his Drama of the
Spirits, highly decorative, and Alfred Vance
Churchill’s April Evening might almost be a
Barbizon production. It is likely Mr. Montross
eased his conscience with this last, as he did, for
instance, with Arthur Dow and Hugo Ballin, the
latter with a large and not over-decorative canvas,
A Summer Ideal. Maybe, however, he meant
“Idyll.” There are portraits by Randall Davey,
but they are nothing like his last year’s Academy
offering, Captain Stevens; George Bellows, an un-
fettered soul, who never fails to interest; Edwin
Booth Grossman, who is full of promise, and
Eugene Speicher. Claggett Wilson has his remem-
bered Laughing Bull-Fighter, and Alden Twacht-
man an allegory, reminiscent of many other men,
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PEGASUS BY EDWARD F. SANFORD, JR.
IN THE GALLERIES
The art season in New York and elsewhere
in America is facing very curious problems
this winter whose solution can better be ar-
rived at later on when a few exhibitions have been
held. November and December are more or less
tentative months when dealers put out stock pic-
tures and reserve their best material until after
Xmas. It is like pugilists sparring for a lead.
At present there are a few initiatory shows, most
important of which is one at the Montross Gallery.
Shades of Thomas W. Dewing, D. W. Tryon,
Horatio Walker and that group identified with the
Montross Gallery, for the genial proprietor has
taken yet another bold step into the realms of the
very modern men and offers us at his Fifth Avenue
rooms a group of advanced notions and strange
performances—not, be it understood,without inter-
est, but still far away from his old standards.
Other times other manners. It is unquestionably
a day of art unrest, and here we have some of the
revolutionary young men, with their strange
manifestations. Tell us what does Mr. Milne
mean by his Black and his Red, wherein are vari-
ous spots indicating strangely two figures, women,
with faces made not out of roses, but out of dreary
pigment, black or red, as the case may be. George
Alfred Williams we get, in his Drama of the
Spirits, highly decorative, and Alfred Vance
Churchill’s April Evening might almost be a
Barbizon production. It is likely Mr. Montross
eased his conscience with this last, as he did, for
instance, with Arthur Dow and Hugo Ballin, the
latter with a large and not over-decorative canvas,
A Summer Ideal. Maybe, however, he meant
“Idyll.” There are portraits by Randall Davey,
but they are nothing like his last year’s Academy
offering, Captain Stevens; George Bellows, an un-
fettered soul, who never fails to interest; Edwin
Booth Grossman, who is full of promise, and
Eugene Speicher. Claggett Wilson has his remem-
bered Laughing Bull-Fighter, and Alden Twacht-
man an allegory, reminiscent of many other men,
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