DOI Heft:
No. 62 (May, 1898)
DOI Artikel:Studio-talk
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.18391#0299
Studio- Talk
Certainly Bocklin's great power as a landscapist Bocklin high among the landscape painters of the
was acquired in Italy, where he studied the scenery day.
under its every aspect, at all hours of the day and
through all changes of season. The charm of the Jn these landscapes of his, these scenes of
bare, steep mountains, which catch the eye at once eternal beauty, the old symbols of Nature's power
by their form and stand out so wonderfully under come to life once more. From out these waters
the glare of the sun ; the peculiar fascination of spring Tritons and Nereids ; in these forest glades
the trees, which impart to the Italian landscape a the Satyrs watch the sleeping Nymphs with wonder
colouring of its own ; and, above all, the infinite or desire in their strange faces. Pan pipes his
loveliness of the Italian sea—all this the painter melancholy evensong ; for it grows dark, and the
has again and again depicted. Any one who whole country-side is sinking under the bluish
has ever stood on the Punta di Tragara at Capri mist; and there, hard by, behind a tree, clinging
during an oppressive sirocco, beneath a leaden closely together, a pair of Nymphs are listening,
sky, with the almost motionless sea lapping Tt a11 sings of old fairy lore, awakening many a
lazily against the rocks—any one who has seen half-forgotten dream. As Goethe has it—
these same dark-blue waters tossed by the Marchen noch so wunderbar,
, - • j r ir • • ,• j Dichterkunste machen's wahr.
storm, rising and falling in gigantic waves, and
pouring over the rocks, then rushing back In truth, these wondrous fairy-forms grow real
again to swallow up the foam, must surely rank to our eyes through the medium of Bocklin's art.
G. G
RUSSELS.—
The Salon of
the " Libre
Esthetique,"
one of the
most interesting art ex-
hibitions in Brussels, has
been opened for the fif-
teenth time—if one may
include the displays by the
old " Cercle des XX.," the
traditions of which have
been carried on by the
" Libre Esthetique " Club,
with no modifications to
speak of. The exhibition
is full of interest, from the
merit of the works it con-
tains, and from the way
in which they have been
arranged. The most im-
portant works of applied
art have practically been
all collected in the first
room, a sort of corridor,
in which, thanks to the
softened light produced
by M. Evaldre's glass, they
produce a most favourable
effect on the visitor. Here
we find at once M. Louis
C.Tiffany's exhibit—vases,
flagons, and dishes in fav-
femme lisant" i!v ceorces morkkx rile-glass. But it is need-
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Certainly Bocklin's great power as a landscapist Bocklin high among the landscape painters of the
was acquired in Italy, where he studied the scenery day.
under its every aspect, at all hours of the day and
through all changes of season. The charm of the Jn these landscapes of his, these scenes of
bare, steep mountains, which catch the eye at once eternal beauty, the old symbols of Nature's power
by their form and stand out so wonderfully under come to life once more. From out these waters
the glare of the sun ; the peculiar fascination of spring Tritons and Nereids ; in these forest glades
the trees, which impart to the Italian landscape a the Satyrs watch the sleeping Nymphs with wonder
colouring of its own ; and, above all, the infinite or desire in their strange faces. Pan pipes his
loveliness of the Italian sea—all this the painter melancholy evensong ; for it grows dark, and the
has again and again depicted. Any one who whole country-side is sinking under the bluish
has ever stood on the Punta di Tragara at Capri mist; and there, hard by, behind a tree, clinging
during an oppressive sirocco, beneath a leaden closely together, a pair of Nymphs are listening,
sky, with the almost motionless sea lapping Tt a11 sings of old fairy lore, awakening many a
lazily against the rocks—any one who has seen half-forgotten dream. As Goethe has it—
these same dark-blue waters tossed by the Marchen noch so wunderbar,
, - • j r ir • • ,• j Dichterkunste machen's wahr.
storm, rising and falling in gigantic waves, and
pouring over the rocks, then rushing back In truth, these wondrous fairy-forms grow real
again to swallow up the foam, must surely rank to our eyes through the medium of Bocklin's art.
G. G
RUSSELS.—
The Salon of
the " Libre
Esthetique,"
one of the
most interesting art ex-
hibitions in Brussels, has
been opened for the fif-
teenth time—if one may
include the displays by the
old " Cercle des XX.," the
traditions of which have
been carried on by the
" Libre Esthetique " Club,
with no modifications to
speak of. The exhibition
is full of interest, from the
merit of the works it con-
tains, and from the way
in which they have been
arranged. The most im-
portant works of applied
art have practically been
all collected in the first
room, a sort of corridor,
in which, thanks to the
softened light produced
by M. Evaldre's glass, they
produce a most favourable
effect on the visitor. Here
we find at once M. Louis
C.Tiffany's exhibit—vases,
flagons, and dishes in fav-
femme lisant" i!v ceorces morkkx rile-glass. But it is need-
272