Fritz Thaulow
for the man of to-day to escape from the artificial, of trees appears majestic as a forest, the smallest
overheated atmosphere <>f his every-day life, ;is hill high as a mountain; a few miles out of town
lived among the abnormal crowds in the large he fancies himself in the heart of the country
towns, into the real air, where he may tread real instead of in some sordid suburb, as is generally
earth and gaze on real water and real trees and the ease.
real grass. And seeing that his actual intercourse Unquestionably the love of Nature in this sense
with Nature mu>t necessarily be somewhat of a has never before been so general, so active and so
rare event, he is all the more susceptible of fresh intense as now. What a splendid collection could
be formed of the works of
____________ ________ ____ _ , ________ the landscapists of this
generation, without dis-
tinction of school or
nationality! It would
form a complete panorama
m('(V<l-' never changes it
W only differs according to
H* * 4«H the manner in which it is
seen and understood and
interpreted. The truth of
V ] the adage, " There's no-
| thing new under the sun."
seems doubtful in regard
•S9PJS to art; for if fundamen-
tally there be nothing new,
fS;,•*>>-.-". each age, each race, each
individuality exhibits a
distinction in form. Our
?; modes of expression are
constantlv changing, ac-
cording to the way in
which things appeal to
'nocturne" from a painting by fritz thaulow us. an(] js not art ()u.
i n t erpreta tion ra t h e r
impressions, and such a thing as satiety in this than the reproduction of truth ?
respect is unknown to him. For this reason there I cannot resist the temptation to quote a few
is no one better qualified than your citizen to significant words from the pen of one of the
appreciate the beauty and the charm of a land- greatest artists of the century, Eugene Delacroix:
scape painting. To the man who has spent a " The artist's object is not to reproduce exactly,
whole week in office or factory, amid the hurry for he would at once be stopped by the impossi
and worry of business, in a whirlwind of anxieties bility of so doing. Many very ordinary effects are
and struggles and hopes deceived, in that state of entirely without the range of painting, and can
tension and nervous excitemenl inseparable from only be reproduced by their equivalents. It is the
all work nowadays to such a man a modest clump spirit of the thing that must be realised, and the
pi!
for the man of to-day to escape from the artificial, of trees appears majestic as a forest, the smallest
overheated atmosphere <>f his every-day life, ;is hill high as a mountain; a few miles out of town
lived among the abnormal crowds in the large he fancies himself in the heart of the country
towns, into the real air, where he may tread real instead of in some sordid suburb, as is generally
earth and gaze on real water and real trees and the ease.
real grass. And seeing that his actual intercourse Unquestionably the love of Nature in this sense
with Nature mu>t necessarily be somewhat of a has never before been so general, so active and so
rare event, he is all the more susceptible of fresh intense as now. What a splendid collection could
be formed of the works of
____________ ________ ____ _ , ________ the landscapists of this
generation, without dis-
tinction of school or
nationality! It would
form a complete panorama
m('(V<l-' never changes it
W only differs according to
H* * 4«H the manner in which it is
seen and understood and
interpreted. The truth of
V ] the adage, " There's no-
| thing new under the sun."
seems doubtful in regard
•S9PJS to art; for if fundamen-
tally there be nothing new,
fS;,•*>>-.-". each age, each race, each
individuality exhibits a
distinction in form. Our
?; modes of expression are
constantlv changing, ac-
cording to the way in
which things appeal to
'nocturne" from a painting by fritz thaulow us. an(] js not art ()u.
i n t erpreta tion ra t h e r
impressions, and such a thing as satiety in this than the reproduction of truth ?
respect is unknown to him. For this reason there I cannot resist the temptation to quote a few
is no one better qualified than your citizen to significant words from the pen of one of the
appreciate the beauty and the charm of a land- greatest artists of the century, Eugene Delacroix:
scape painting. To the man who has spent a " The artist's object is not to reproduce exactly,
whole week in office or factory, amid the hurry for he would at once be stopped by the impossi
and worry of business, in a whirlwind of anxieties bility of so doing. Many very ordinary effects are
and struggles and hopes deceived, in that state of entirely without the range of painting, and can
tension and nervous excitemenl inseparable from only be reproduced by their equivalents. It is the
all work nowadays to such a man a modest clump spirit of the thing that must be realised, and the
pi!