Provincetown in Art
artist, but these are deserted villages, beside this
quaint little town situated like a smiling dimple
upon the nose of Cape Cod. It is a terrifying
thought what becomes of all this desperate battle
with the tubes. Does it merely enrich the dealers
in artists’ supplies, or does it serve some practi-
cal use, the key to which is yet to be discovered?
Still in every sorrow there is consolation and care-
fully steered past the easels strewn around the
town like leaves in the famous valley of Vallom-
gay colour pervaded the room. There was great
variety: Futurists, Impressionists, Modernists,
those academically inclined, adherents of Putz or
Frieseke and other unclassified workers filled the
walls. We would mention a few outstanding
artists, who have not yet found veteran fame:
Nancy Ferguson, with her quaint New England
types that fit so well with the trim trees and
houses; Kendall Saunders, who paints women in
sunlight dashingly, convincingly and always with
IN THE SUN PORCH BY KENDALL SAUNDERS
brosa, the automobile can soon waft one to fresh
fields and pastures new, where secluded work is a
possibility and a delight.
The logical conclusion of such art industry as
we have here suggested is an exhibition and one
was duly held last summer in the town hall.
In common with most exhibitions of paintings,
the canvases jostled each other, 175 pictures
usurping the space of 50, but in spite of crowded
hanging and the fact that it was an open-to-all
exhibition, quite a number of canvases afforded
immediate interest, whilst a modern tendency to
a keen eye for pattern; Ambrose Webster with
two brilliant oils; Gerrit Beneker with a fine still
life and a luminous portrait; Frederick H. Mar-
vin with very unusual Venetian sketches in pencil;
Harold Putnam Browne, well represented with
spirited water colours. Among the maturer artists
C. W. Hawthorne showed some of his earlier work
of great delicacy and tonal quality. A dashing,
breezy picture by George Elmer Browne is en-
titled Seiners and won the Isidor Prize last year
at the Salmagundi Club. Interesting work by
Oscar Fehrer demanded attention.
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artist, but these are deserted villages, beside this
quaint little town situated like a smiling dimple
upon the nose of Cape Cod. It is a terrifying
thought what becomes of all this desperate battle
with the tubes. Does it merely enrich the dealers
in artists’ supplies, or does it serve some practi-
cal use, the key to which is yet to be discovered?
Still in every sorrow there is consolation and care-
fully steered past the easels strewn around the
town like leaves in the famous valley of Vallom-
gay colour pervaded the room. There was great
variety: Futurists, Impressionists, Modernists,
those academically inclined, adherents of Putz or
Frieseke and other unclassified workers filled the
walls. We would mention a few outstanding
artists, who have not yet found veteran fame:
Nancy Ferguson, with her quaint New England
types that fit so well with the trim trees and
houses; Kendall Saunders, who paints women in
sunlight dashingly, convincingly and always with
IN THE SUN PORCH BY KENDALL SAUNDERS
brosa, the automobile can soon waft one to fresh
fields and pastures new, where secluded work is a
possibility and a delight.
The logical conclusion of such art industry as
we have here suggested is an exhibition and one
was duly held last summer in the town hall.
In common with most exhibitions of paintings,
the canvases jostled each other, 175 pictures
usurping the space of 50, but in spite of crowded
hanging and the fact that it was an open-to-all
exhibition, quite a number of canvases afforded
immediate interest, whilst a modern tendency to
a keen eye for pattern; Ambrose Webster with
two brilliant oils; Gerrit Beneker with a fine still
life and a luminous portrait; Frederick H. Mar-
vin with very unusual Venetian sketches in pencil;
Harold Putnam Browne, well represented with
spirited water colours. Among the maturer artists
C. W. Hawthorne showed some of his earlier work
of great delicacy and tonal quality. A dashing,
breezy picture by George Elmer Browne is en-
titled Seiners and won the Isidor Prize last year
at the Salmagundi Club. Interesting work by
Oscar Fehrer demanded attention.
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