DOI Heft:
No. 128 (November, 1903)
DOI Artikel:Staley, Edgcumbe: A Danish marine painter: Lauritz Holst
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.19880#0146
A Danish Painter
his green seas is transparent. Sky-reflections are
mirrored in his calmer water, which is wet and
lively. The glow of sunset and the iridescence of
the Northern Lights fill his pictures with atmo-
spheres of golden-rose or opalescent-pearl. His
mists purple the distant headlands, and his storms
turn rocks and foreshores to turgid indigo and
brown, shot-silk, and bricky-green. The " objects "
he introduces retain their natural and unstrained
values and their individuality, whether in movement
or in repose.
Hoist's touch is tender yet emphatic. He
understands perfectly, as his French friends say, la
technique du metier. He seizes upon the momen-
tary movement of the sea—that mysterious poetry
of the ocean — and fixes it without effort. He
has absolute command of the horizon — wide
and high. A speck on the water, or a fleeting
cloudlet he focuses, with its full value, at a stroke.
The flash of the Whitby Lighthouse, the trough
of the skimming felucca, the stroke of a gull's wing
at sea, the oar-lift of a rowing-boat, the straining of
cordage, the bend of a supple mast, and the
rolling pebble on the shingly beach, are all sponta-
neously rendered with the fine point of a full brush
restrained by a sensitive hand.
Hoist's finish is the united action of mind, and
eye, and hand. It is accomplished with a certain
amount of completeness very rapidly. The inspi-
ration of the moment, and the impressions which
come to him as his work proceeds, are worked up
with a convincing result.
The gale-blown surf sticks to his canvas ; and
this is how it is done. " I just take my thumb,
he says, " when my brush has done its work, and,
dashing it into the moist cake on my palette, I run
it along the crest of my wave as it breaks, leaving
the mass of pigment just where it lays hold of the
canvas."
You may take away with you Hoist's work wet
from his easel, and you will be quite satisfied and
delighted with it; but he will smile at you, for he
is not so easily content. He rejoices to keep his
picture in his studio indefinitely, and to go on
touching it up, correcting here, adding there, and
generally improving it.
Hoist's finished work is remarkable for high
tone; it is quite optimistic in illumination, warmth
" THE LAST SUPPER"
(See article on Modem Russian Art)
BY GUE
125
his green seas is transparent. Sky-reflections are
mirrored in his calmer water, which is wet and
lively. The glow of sunset and the iridescence of
the Northern Lights fill his pictures with atmo-
spheres of golden-rose or opalescent-pearl. His
mists purple the distant headlands, and his storms
turn rocks and foreshores to turgid indigo and
brown, shot-silk, and bricky-green. The " objects "
he introduces retain their natural and unstrained
values and their individuality, whether in movement
or in repose.
Hoist's touch is tender yet emphatic. He
understands perfectly, as his French friends say, la
technique du metier. He seizes upon the momen-
tary movement of the sea—that mysterious poetry
of the ocean — and fixes it without effort. He
has absolute command of the horizon — wide
and high. A speck on the water, or a fleeting
cloudlet he focuses, with its full value, at a stroke.
The flash of the Whitby Lighthouse, the trough
of the skimming felucca, the stroke of a gull's wing
at sea, the oar-lift of a rowing-boat, the straining of
cordage, the bend of a supple mast, and the
rolling pebble on the shingly beach, are all sponta-
neously rendered with the fine point of a full brush
restrained by a sensitive hand.
Hoist's finish is the united action of mind, and
eye, and hand. It is accomplished with a certain
amount of completeness very rapidly. The inspi-
ration of the moment, and the impressions which
come to him as his work proceeds, are worked up
with a convincing result.
The gale-blown surf sticks to his canvas ; and
this is how it is done. " I just take my thumb,
he says, " when my brush has done its work, and,
dashing it into the moist cake on my palette, I run
it along the crest of my wave as it breaks, leaving
the mass of pigment just where it lays hold of the
canvas."
You may take away with you Hoist's work wet
from his easel, and you will be quite satisfied and
delighted with it; but he will smile at you, for he
is not so easily content. He rejoices to keep his
picture in his studio indefinitely, and to go on
touching it up, correcting here, adding there, and
generally improving it.
Hoist's finished work is remarkable for high
tone; it is quite optimistic in illumination, warmth
" THE LAST SUPPER"
(See article on Modem Russian Art)
BY GUE
125