DOI Heft:
No. 70 (January 1899)
DOI Artikel:Charles Cottet's "Au pays de la mer", and other works
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.19230#0261
Charles Cottet
after his many successes, to let his brush carry him tired, with bony flanks and old unshapely head,
away in that spirit of verve seen in his early works ; seeks his meagre meal amid the scanty wind-swept
but his conception of art was too high for that. It grass. That is all. Yet the work is beautiful in its
was not enough for him to be a painter of the first simplicity, for there is perfect accord between the
rank ; his ambition was to become an artist second desolation of sky and sea and the wretchedness of
to none ; and there can be no doubt that he has the lone old animal.
already nearly realised his aim. Note, too, the Vieille Aveugie (page 232), creeping
He has truly put the best of himself in this series through the village street, feeling her way over the
of canvases styled An Pays de la Mer. Several stones by the aid of her stick. She is as tough as an
months every year he spends in Brittany, engrossed old tree-stump. One can see she is strong and
in the wild scenery around him ; in the hard, labo- hardy; but in her face, circled in its white cap, one
rious life of the inhabitants ; in the rugged coasts, remarks that air of passive indifference which in the
swept by the winds, to the sound of the ocean's vast blind reveals their inability to take in the scene
and never-ending lamentation. Is it always charged around them. The street in which she walks over-
with tragedy, as he depicts it—the gloomy coast, looks the sea, visible behind her, between the humble
with his lowering, storm-laden skies, its sulphurous cottages. I remember how great was the impression
flaming sunsets, its heavy threatening nights, with produced at the Salon of 1896 by this austere and
the Spirit of Death hovering above ? sombre canvas, handled so broadly. However high
InhisVieux cheval sur la lande (page 239) we have M. Cottet may soar, this must always be regarded
a strikingly mournful landscape. Sea and sky are as one of his most expressive works,
leaden-grey, streaked with livid lights, proclaiming How keen the anguish in this JEnterrement en
the impending storm. The poor beast, solitary and Bretagne (now in the Lille gallery), with its ancient
" MARCHE AUX HUILES A ASSIOUT '
BY CHARLES COTTET'
after his many successes, to let his brush carry him tired, with bony flanks and old unshapely head,
away in that spirit of verve seen in his early works ; seeks his meagre meal amid the scanty wind-swept
but his conception of art was too high for that. It grass. That is all. Yet the work is beautiful in its
was not enough for him to be a painter of the first simplicity, for there is perfect accord between the
rank ; his ambition was to become an artist second desolation of sky and sea and the wretchedness of
to none ; and there can be no doubt that he has the lone old animal.
already nearly realised his aim. Note, too, the Vieille Aveugie (page 232), creeping
He has truly put the best of himself in this series through the village street, feeling her way over the
of canvases styled An Pays de la Mer. Several stones by the aid of her stick. She is as tough as an
months every year he spends in Brittany, engrossed old tree-stump. One can see she is strong and
in the wild scenery around him ; in the hard, labo- hardy; but in her face, circled in its white cap, one
rious life of the inhabitants ; in the rugged coasts, remarks that air of passive indifference which in the
swept by the winds, to the sound of the ocean's vast blind reveals their inability to take in the scene
and never-ending lamentation. Is it always charged around them. The street in which she walks over-
with tragedy, as he depicts it—the gloomy coast, looks the sea, visible behind her, between the humble
with his lowering, storm-laden skies, its sulphurous cottages. I remember how great was the impression
flaming sunsets, its heavy threatening nights, with produced at the Salon of 1896 by this austere and
the Spirit of Death hovering above ? sombre canvas, handled so broadly. However high
InhisVieux cheval sur la lande (page 239) we have M. Cottet may soar, this must always be regarded
a strikingly mournful landscape. Sea and sky are as one of his most expressive works,
leaden-grey, streaked with livid lights, proclaiming How keen the anguish in this JEnterrement en
the impending storm. The poor beast, solitary and Bretagne (now in the Lille gallery), with its ancient
" MARCHE AUX HUILES A ASSIOUT '
BY CHARLES COTTET'