DOI issue:
No. 41 (August, 1896)
DOI article:Keyzer, Frances: Eugène Carrière
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17297#0151
Eugene Cai'ricre
UGENE CARRIERE BY 1 here profess' and m^ work is comPact of faith
and admiration.
FRANCES KEYZER.
TJ ______
I \ x * "It is my hope, then, that the works here pre-
" So short is the way between the sented may to some degree bear witness to that
" ^ gates of birth and death, that hardly which I love so well."
shall a man choose the road he will follow, hardly This is the preface Eugene Carriere has written
shall he learn somewhat of his own soul, ere the to the catalogue of the works he has been exhibiting
ultimate darkness overtake him. at Bing's Art Gallery, and these few lines explain at
" In that brief time of wayfaring, we have each once the intention of the artist and the nature of
our pleasures and our pains. Let us see to it that the man. The thought is as veiled in his prose as it
at least they are our own, that all our doings are is in his painting; but when once the wish to under-
the veracious expression of them, and that they stand takes possession of us, the meaning breaks
resemble none but ourselves alone. upon us as the flash of lightning that sunders the
" It is with the desire that these things should be cloud, and it is as clear as light itself. The
so, that I present my works to those whose mysterious haze that hangs over his painting finds
thoughts are akin to mine. To them I owe a its exact equivalent in his personality; even in his
record of my endeavours, and these I now submit utterances there is a sort of cloudiness, which,
to them. however, gradually disappears as the grandeur of
" I see the rest of my fellows in myself, and I find his ideas reaches us, and as we arrive at the depth of
myself again in them, and that which thrills my his thought and see the solid structure of the form
soul to them is precious also. beneath the indefiniteness of outline. Carriere,
" The love of the mani-
festations of Nature is the
means of understanding
which Nature imposes on
me. I know not if that
which is material separates
itself from that which is
spiritual, a gesture being
will made visible, but I
have always felt them one.
" The strange surprises
that Nature yields to the
vision quickened by the
power of a penetrating
thought, the blending of
the present and the past
in our memories and our-
selves—it is in all these
things that I find my joy
and my torment.
" Nature's mysterious
logic controls my mind,
into one sensation are
gathered so many concen-
trated forces.
" Forms which exist
less in themselves than by
virtue of their thousand
relationships, all, in a far
off reaction, come back to
us again by subtle ways.
I find in Nature an inti-
mate answer to the beliefs woman and child from a painting by e. carriere
VIII. No. 41.—August, 1896. *35
UGENE CARRIERE BY 1 here profess' and m^ work is comPact of faith
and admiration.
FRANCES KEYZER.
TJ ______
I \ x * "It is my hope, then, that the works here pre-
" So short is the way between the sented may to some degree bear witness to that
" ^ gates of birth and death, that hardly which I love so well."
shall a man choose the road he will follow, hardly This is the preface Eugene Carriere has written
shall he learn somewhat of his own soul, ere the to the catalogue of the works he has been exhibiting
ultimate darkness overtake him. at Bing's Art Gallery, and these few lines explain at
" In that brief time of wayfaring, we have each once the intention of the artist and the nature of
our pleasures and our pains. Let us see to it that the man. The thought is as veiled in his prose as it
at least they are our own, that all our doings are is in his painting; but when once the wish to under-
the veracious expression of them, and that they stand takes possession of us, the meaning breaks
resemble none but ourselves alone. upon us as the flash of lightning that sunders the
" It is with the desire that these things should be cloud, and it is as clear as light itself. The
so, that I present my works to those whose mysterious haze that hangs over his painting finds
thoughts are akin to mine. To them I owe a its exact equivalent in his personality; even in his
record of my endeavours, and these I now submit utterances there is a sort of cloudiness, which,
to them. however, gradually disappears as the grandeur of
" I see the rest of my fellows in myself, and I find his ideas reaches us, and as we arrive at the depth of
myself again in them, and that which thrills my his thought and see the solid structure of the form
soul to them is precious also. beneath the indefiniteness of outline. Carriere,
" The love of the mani-
festations of Nature is the
means of understanding
which Nature imposes on
me. I know not if that
which is material separates
itself from that which is
spiritual, a gesture being
will made visible, but I
have always felt them one.
" The strange surprises
that Nature yields to the
vision quickened by the
power of a penetrating
thought, the blending of
the present and the past
in our memories and our-
selves—it is in all these
things that I find my joy
and my torment.
" Nature's mysterious
logic controls my mind,
into one sensation are
gathered so many concen-
trated forces.
" Forms which exist
less in themselves than by
virtue of their thousand
relationships, all, in a far
off reaction, come back to
us again by subtle ways.
I find in Nature an inti-
mate answer to the beliefs woman and child from a painting by e. carriere
VIII. No. 41.—August, 1896. *35