The Work of C. J. Watson
give you, was accidentally comprised in the greater
quality of selection, which very few (if any) photo-
graphers have so far attempted to achieve.
But if the Madeleine flower stall is unknown to
you; if all that Paris means to all of its lovers is a
mere empty phrase; if you have no interest in
technique, masterly dexterity, and the joy of colour
record of beauty ; yet beauty is many-sided ; and
it is no more given to all to appreciate each aspect
in which it is revealed, than to be equipped with
the rare power of setting down its appreciation in
words or pigments.
Those technically concerned with the produc-
tion of works of art, often miss the more simple
"IN THE LUXEMBOURG
GARDENS.'' FROM A
DRAWING IN LEAD
PENCIL BY C. J. WAT-
SON, R.E.
as it impresses an artist, even then this most ex-
quisite aquarelle should be a delight. For to an in-
attentive spectator of common things it has prisoned
an hour of summer within a few inches of stained
paper, and captured the fleeting secret of the
happiness of being alive, which at times is felt,
one can but hope, by even the most cynical pessi-
mist or the most weary outcast. For art is the
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pleasure of appreciating results conceived in a
manner distasteful to them. Surely they must
long unconsciously at times with Browning, " to
be the man and leave the artist; gain the man's
joy, miss the artist's sorrow." Some would have
you believe that because you appreciate a Sargent
or a Whistler, you can find nothing really enjoyable
in a Leighton or a Burne-Jones. If it be so, surely
give you, was accidentally comprised in the greater
quality of selection, which very few (if any) photo-
graphers have so far attempted to achieve.
But if the Madeleine flower stall is unknown to
you; if all that Paris means to all of its lovers is a
mere empty phrase; if you have no interest in
technique, masterly dexterity, and the joy of colour
record of beauty ; yet beauty is many-sided ; and
it is no more given to all to appreciate each aspect
in which it is revealed, than to be equipped with
the rare power of setting down its appreciation in
words or pigments.
Those technically concerned with the produc-
tion of works of art, often miss the more simple
"IN THE LUXEMBOURG
GARDENS.'' FROM A
DRAWING IN LEAD
PENCIL BY C. J. WAT-
SON, R.E.
as it impresses an artist, even then this most ex-
quisite aquarelle should be a delight. For to an in-
attentive spectator of common things it has prisoned
an hour of summer within a few inches of stained
paper, and captured the fleeting secret of the
happiness of being alive, which at times is felt,
one can but hope, by even the most cynical pessi-
mist or the most weary outcast. For art is the
10
pleasure of appreciating results conceived in a
manner distasteful to them. Surely they must
long unconsciously at times with Browning, " to
be the man and leave the artist; gain the man's
joy, miss the artist's sorrow." Some would have
you believe that because you appreciate a Sargent
or a Whistler, you can find nothing really enjoyable
in a Leighton or a Burne-Jones. If it be so, surely