Studio: international art (7.1896)

Studio- Talk

duce another meritorious composition by Mr.
Henry Poole, which was exhibited at Burlington
House in connection with the same competition.

ST. IVES.—The other day as we threaded
adifficultand devious course through the
labyrinths of St. Ives, seeking frequent
asylum on doorsteps from the destruc-
tion imminent from hurrying fish-carts
and lumbering net drays, there appeared before us
a procession of men, knickerbockered and guern-
seycd, bearing aloft pictured canvases. I asked
my friend what this portended? "Well, I think
they are taking their work to Meade's studio, so as
to have a look at them all together, and then they
will slate each other." " Let us follow/' I said; and
we followed through still more winding lanes and
alleys, and, finally, upstairs into a large studio,
against whose base the sea seemed to be breaking
—verily, if these men are not sea-scapists there is
little virtue in proximity.

The pictures were set out in an arc whose centre
was a knot of the before-mentioned knickerbockered
men. There was a large canvas by Mr. Arnesby
brown, whereon a warm sunset flooded a flat world
with light, in the centre a brave tree, and beyond a

' Daedalus and icarus" by henry poole

slow winding river—Norfolk, one could say; and
another smaller canvas by the same hand and of
the same land, but in the cooler colours of the
earlier daylight.

Mr. Meade, the host, had several canvases,
the most important being a wide-stretching per-
spective of landscape at evening, seen through a
screen of trees, the moon rising ruddy into the
sober greys of night. Mr. Barlow had some can-
vases painted in strong realisation of their scenes,
one of which showed Plymouth beyond the water
as seen from Saltash. Mr. Julius Olsson showed a
canvas upon which a deeply purple sea was covered
by a sky stained with clouds, hot and cool as the
evening knows how to blend. From out of one of
these clouds a storm of rain was falling in a plume
of mist. Mr. Olsson is most happy in this picture.
Mr. Ffolliot Stokes had a fine broad flat landscape,
low in evening tones, with some sheep and a
sparse clump of pines beyond which rises a moon.

Mr. Millie Dow had at his studio two pictures
which were going to Stuttgart—The Kelpie and
The Herald of Winter. As the former has appeared
in The Studio I need not describe it, but The
Herald of Winter is a most charming invention ;
the figure on the rock overhanging the dim sea is
full of dignity, and the flying, circling swans in
their low-toned whites form a beautiful pattern
against the exquisitely restrained colours of the
evening sky. These pictures, with a small but
beautiful study of roses, are going on to the
Munich Secessionists, of which protestant body
Mr. Dow is a member. Mr. Dow has also almost
finished a fascinating Italian landscape—over a
valley arid and sunbaked the eye travels to the
purple Apennines that gird the desolate plain ; in
the forefront of this scene, emphasising it with its
happy contrast, are some slender fruit-trees white
with jocund blossom. N. G.

NEWLYN.—Mrs. Stanhope Forbes is
painting a picture in tones of white,
and ruddy copper colour. Two little
white-pinafored girls are grouped
charmingly together beside a white
staircase; one is reading, and the brightness of
their locks is somewhat repeated in the chrysan-
themums that are banked behind them ; there is a
masterly ease about their pose that—well, that
shows almost as certainly as the signature whose
hand wrought them.

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