DOI Heft:
No. 93 (December, 1900)
DOI Artikel:Knaufft, Ernest: An American painter, William M. Chase
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.19786#0177
IV. M. Chase
for Mr. Chase follows the Dutch masters in contrary, as a Velasquez Infanta, sheathed in
his regard for the realism of the still-life. In her stiff crinolined skirt, is ever a flower of
this picture he bestows upon every tiny link of childhood, so this little maiden, ensconced in the
a watch - chain, as it travels in its labyrinthian embrace of the ample chair, is at first glance the
course over changing planes of the drapery, the motive of the canvas, the blossom of the plant,
same care as to its place and space that he gives No essential detail of characterisation has been
to the head and figure. In addition, there is great sacrificed to technique; the epitome of childhood
individuality in the face, and a soulful expression is there. Her eyes regard you, yet modestly
in the eyes, that mark this portrait as something refrain from staring, and the childish hands, the
more than a worthy piece of technique. fingers intertwining in her lap, lie in that perfect
His Portrait of My Mother, here reproduced, tranquillity that only a child's hands can assume,
is a canvas full of deep sympathy with his sitter, Dependent from her throat is a necklace of
and in it is evinced a determination on the coloured beads that sets off the brunette com-
part of the painter to portray the individual at plexion of the throat and face and the mahogany
whatever cost of reconsideration, an unwillingness brown of the hair.
to let well enough alone, a manifest aspiration Mr. Chase has, ever since his return from
toward what is truest, regardless of any tricks or Munich, been esteemed one of America's leading
mannerisms.
A further development
is seen in the artist's
recently - finished portrait
of his little daughter.
This is, probably, the
forerunner of the artist's
new manner—of the third
period of his career. Here
is colour, fine and refined,
and the blending of beau-
tiful tints. Over the chair
is thrown a piece of soft,
blue Oriental silk — and
what amplitude is suggested
in that one piece of drapery
covering a wicker chair!
— that seems to have
given the artist the colour
scheme for the whole com-
position : delicate blues,
like doves' eggs in the
twilight, interweave with
browns from thrushes'
wings ; soft amber yellows
fade into seaweed-green
shadows that half hide
threads of rain-cleansed
emerald, coral red, and
orchid lavender. No
Japanese empress ever
possessed an embroidered
robe of more dulcet hues.
Nor with all this sensual
beauty of tinctured textures
is the portrait sacrificed
to the accessories; on the portrait of mr. rittenbrrr by w. m. chase
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for Mr. Chase follows the Dutch masters in contrary, as a Velasquez Infanta, sheathed in
his regard for the realism of the still-life. In her stiff crinolined skirt, is ever a flower of
this picture he bestows upon every tiny link of childhood, so this little maiden, ensconced in the
a watch - chain, as it travels in its labyrinthian embrace of the ample chair, is at first glance the
course over changing planes of the drapery, the motive of the canvas, the blossom of the plant,
same care as to its place and space that he gives No essential detail of characterisation has been
to the head and figure. In addition, there is great sacrificed to technique; the epitome of childhood
individuality in the face, and a soulful expression is there. Her eyes regard you, yet modestly
in the eyes, that mark this portrait as something refrain from staring, and the childish hands, the
more than a worthy piece of technique. fingers intertwining in her lap, lie in that perfect
His Portrait of My Mother, here reproduced, tranquillity that only a child's hands can assume,
is a canvas full of deep sympathy with his sitter, Dependent from her throat is a necklace of
and in it is evinced a determination on the coloured beads that sets off the brunette com-
part of the painter to portray the individual at plexion of the throat and face and the mahogany
whatever cost of reconsideration, an unwillingness brown of the hair.
to let well enough alone, a manifest aspiration Mr. Chase has, ever since his return from
toward what is truest, regardless of any tricks or Munich, been esteemed one of America's leading
mannerisms.
A further development
is seen in the artist's
recently - finished portrait
of his little daughter.
This is, probably, the
forerunner of the artist's
new manner—of the third
period of his career. Here
is colour, fine and refined,
and the blending of beau-
tiful tints. Over the chair
is thrown a piece of soft,
blue Oriental silk — and
what amplitude is suggested
in that one piece of drapery
covering a wicker chair!
— that seems to have
given the artist the colour
scheme for the whole com-
position : delicate blues,
like doves' eggs in the
twilight, interweave with
browns from thrushes'
wings ; soft amber yellows
fade into seaweed-green
shadows that half hide
threads of rain-cleansed
emerald, coral red, and
orchid lavender. No
Japanese empress ever
possessed an embroidered
robe of more dulcet hues.
Nor with all this sensual
beauty of tinctured textures
is the portrait sacrificed
to the accessories; on the portrait of mr. rittenbrrr by w. m. chase
155