DOI issue:
No. 216 (February 1915)
DOI article:Swoyer, A. E.: A collection of palettes
DOI article:Hoeber, Arthur: William H. Singer, an American painter
DOI Page / Citation link: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.43457#0443
William H. Singer, an American Painter
CHAPLIN
out from a background of green, ranks supreme,
and is worthy of the creator of The Horse Fair.
Among this group is also a palette limning three
of the hunting dogs that Oliver de Penne so loved
to paint; while, in antithesis, Lambert, as might
be expected, dedicated his sketch to his favourite
cats. Brissot put together an effective combina-
tion of two hens, a lamb and a sheep; Charles
Jacque also exalted the hen, placing her upon her
proper pedestal—a. nest of straw. Gustave Dore
allowed his mysticism and imagination, so well
and gloomily exercised in the illustrations to
Dante’s Inferno, to produce a stork, shrouded and
indistinct. Lhermitte shows a harvesting scene, a
gleaner in the foreground; Didier-Pouget converts
his palette into an early morning landscape, exer-
cising to the full his power of depicting sun, mist
and distant hills; Veyrasset and Mita appear with
more conventional work, while Ten Cate contents
himself with a typical winter scene in Holland.
Some dozen palettes are devoted to the school
of still-life, including the great painter of copper,
Grun; Madeleine Lemaire, with roses; Volion, with
vase and fruit, and the fishwife’s stall of Victor
Gilbert.
WILLIAM H. SINGER, AN
AMERICAN PAINTER
BY ARTHUR HOEBER
From the smoke of Pittsburgh
to the brilliant atmosphere, the vivid colouring,
the white-capped mountains of Norway, is change
indeed, and though nurtured in the coal regions of
Pennsylvania, educated in the environment of
soot and grime of Pittsburgh, the great city of coal
and iron, Mr. William H. Singer, always happily
able to journey whither his fancy led him, has of
recent years found inspiration in fjords, hills,
country stretching away, rapidly rushing rivers,
all the beauty, the freedom of the land of the Vi-
kings. Known to but few outside of his modest
artistic set, Mr. Singer came to New York this
season at the Folsom galleries with a show of some
dozen and a half of canvases so virile, so personal,
so enthusiastic and spontaneous in execution, as to
take at a bound a place among the men doing the
things worth the while in art.
Mr. Singer is practically without instruction in
the schools. For long he worked by himself in
Pittsburgh, and, in 1900, he went to Paris, where
cxxiv
CHAPLIN
out from a background of green, ranks supreme,
and is worthy of the creator of The Horse Fair.
Among this group is also a palette limning three
of the hunting dogs that Oliver de Penne so loved
to paint; while, in antithesis, Lambert, as might
be expected, dedicated his sketch to his favourite
cats. Brissot put together an effective combina-
tion of two hens, a lamb and a sheep; Charles
Jacque also exalted the hen, placing her upon her
proper pedestal—a. nest of straw. Gustave Dore
allowed his mysticism and imagination, so well
and gloomily exercised in the illustrations to
Dante’s Inferno, to produce a stork, shrouded and
indistinct. Lhermitte shows a harvesting scene, a
gleaner in the foreground; Didier-Pouget converts
his palette into an early morning landscape, exer-
cising to the full his power of depicting sun, mist
and distant hills; Veyrasset and Mita appear with
more conventional work, while Ten Cate contents
himself with a typical winter scene in Holland.
Some dozen palettes are devoted to the school
of still-life, including the great painter of copper,
Grun; Madeleine Lemaire, with roses; Volion, with
vase and fruit, and the fishwife’s stall of Victor
Gilbert.
WILLIAM H. SINGER, AN
AMERICAN PAINTER
BY ARTHUR HOEBER
From the smoke of Pittsburgh
to the brilliant atmosphere, the vivid colouring,
the white-capped mountains of Norway, is change
indeed, and though nurtured in the coal regions of
Pennsylvania, educated in the environment of
soot and grime of Pittsburgh, the great city of coal
and iron, Mr. William H. Singer, always happily
able to journey whither his fancy led him, has of
recent years found inspiration in fjords, hills,
country stretching away, rapidly rushing rivers,
all the beauty, the freedom of the land of the Vi-
kings. Known to but few outside of his modest
artistic set, Mr. Singer came to New York this
season at the Folsom galleries with a show of some
dozen and a half of canvases so virile, so personal,
so enthusiastic and spontaneous in execution, as to
take at a bound a place among the men doing the
things worth the while in art.
Mr. Singer is practically without instruction in
the schools. For long he worked by himself in
Pittsburgh, and, in 1900, he went to Paris, where
cxxiv