DOI Heft:
No. 51 (June 1897)
DOI Artikel:Mourey, Gabriel: Fritz Thaulow: the man and the artist
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.18389#0021
Fritz Thaulow
charm, the fascination, of the little streams and subject, the principal motif of the picture. Delicate
watercourses gliding through the smiling meadows, blues and pinks, and transparent greens all the
reflecting the infinite sky in their crystal surface ; delightful harmony of reflected colours are there,
none has realised more completely than he the making music and casting radiance around,
delicate poetry that lies in the waters, as they Elsewhere we see the cold gloom of the snow
hear their fertile freshness through the land, now banked up beside the watercourse in shapeless
rippling along, as though in haste, now lying placid masses. The sky is whitish, the dull white of snow-
and still as a mirror. At times, as in Les Sanies, time, when the bare branches stand out so blackly;
for example, a little of the sky is seen, with a and the water is white too, or rather grey, with, here
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"les saui.es" from a painting by fritz thaulow
glimpse of one of the thatched, white-walled farms of
Normandy, through the trees ; but all the splendour
of the light lies in the transparent water, which
illumines the landscape with its reflections.
In Le Village Bleu, on the other hand, the river
banks are flanked by houses, the foundations of
their ancient, shaky walls separated from the
stream only by a little stretch of grass. A sky of
extraordinary clearness stretches away above them,
behind the trees of the neighbouring hillside ; but it
is the flowing water once more which is the real
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and there patches of light, and rosy reflections of
the red-brick houses hard by—giving a sort of
melancholy gaiety, amid all the gloom around, and
looking as though seen through a breath-dimmed
window-pane on a winter's day.
The snow—which. Thaulow understands and
loves—has inspired some of his finest work. In
certain of his smaller canvases, where he has
only attempted to reproduce some particular little
bit of nature, he has contrived to express all the
grand and sorrowful features of the fro/en season.
charm, the fascination, of the little streams and subject, the principal motif of the picture. Delicate
watercourses gliding through the smiling meadows, blues and pinks, and transparent greens all the
reflecting the infinite sky in their crystal surface ; delightful harmony of reflected colours are there,
none has realised more completely than he the making music and casting radiance around,
delicate poetry that lies in the waters, as they Elsewhere we see the cold gloom of the snow
hear their fertile freshness through the land, now banked up beside the watercourse in shapeless
rippling along, as though in haste, now lying placid masses. The sky is whitish, the dull white of snow-
and still as a mirror. At times, as in Les Sanies, time, when the bare branches stand out so blackly;
for example, a little of the sky is seen, with a and the water is white too, or rather grey, with, here
f
MM 0 '
"les saui.es" from a painting by fritz thaulow
glimpse of one of the thatched, white-walled farms of
Normandy, through the trees ; but all the splendour
of the light lies in the transparent water, which
illumines the landscape with its reflections.
In Le Village Bleu, on the other hand, the river
banks are flanked by houses, the foundations of
their ancient, shaky walls separated from the
stream only by a little stretch of grass. A sky of
extraordinary clearness stretches away above them,
behind the trees of the neighbouring hillside ; but it
is the flowing water once more which is the real
8
and there patches of light, and rosy reflections of
the red-brick houses hard by—giving a sort of
melancholy gaiety, amid all the gloom around, and
looking as though seen through a breath-dimmed
window-pane on a winter's day.
The snow—which. Thaulow understands and
loves—has inspired some of his finest work. In
certain of his smaller canvases, where he has
only attempted to reproduce some particular little
bit of nature, he has contrived to express all the
grand and sorrowful features of the fro/en season.