DOI Heft:
No.9 (December, 1893)
DOI Artikel:The New English Art Club's eleventh exhibition
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17189#0092
The New English Art Club
humour in a medley of demi-mondaines, skulls, and facile mind; and the pastiche that results is so
skeleton-dudes. Mr. Sullivan's Lucifer is admir- pervaded with a quaint poetry that one willingly
able; the head is a marvel of vigorous and sensi- overlooks the want of any personal note of observa-
tive modelling, a most sympathetic rendering of tion in it, and almost its unpleasant handling and
the incurable good-nature of the cadger. technique.
" FLAGS ARE FLYING " BERN HARD SICKERT
Among oil paintings, Mr. Walter Sickert's ladies Mr. [ Rothenstein's nostalgia for a forgotten
in crinolines (The Hotel Royal, Dieppe) is likely to fashion carries him further back, and his girl on the
attract most comment and " copy." We do not beach, A Souvenir of Scarborough, inevitably
know of "what substance" Mr. Sickert is made suggests the "finest gentleman in England," who
" that millions of strange shadows on him tend." was her contemporary. It is a curious period to
Whistler, Degas, Mr. Steer, and finally Mr. Rothen- invest with the decadent and regretful poetry of
stein's faded fashions all find a response in his the end of the century, but no one can deny that
8o- ' ,
humour in a medley of demi-mondaines, skulls, and facile mind; and the pastiche that results is so
skeleton-dudes. Mr. Sullivan's Lucifer is admir- pervaded with a quaint poetry that one willingly
able; the head is a marvel of vigorous and sensi- overlooks the want of any personal note of observa-
tive modelling, a most sympathetic rendering of tion in it, and almost its unpleasant handling and
the incurable good-nature of the cadger. technique.
" FLAGS ARE FLYING " BERN HARD SICKERT
Among oil paintings, Mr. Walter Sickert's ladies Mr. [ Rothenstein's nostalgia for a forgotten
in crinolines (The Hotel Royal, Dieppe) is likely to fashion carries him further back, and his girl on the
attract most comment and " copy." We do not beach, A Souvenir of Scarborough, inevitably
know of "what substance" Mr. Sickert is made suggests the "finest gentleman in England," who
" that millions of strange shadows on him tend." was her contemporary. It is a curious period to
Whistler, Degas, Mr. Steer, and finally Mr. Rothen- invest with the decadent and regretful poetry of
stein's faded fashions all find a response in his the end of the century, but no one can deny that
8o- ' ,