Studio- Talk
INTERIOR, JUNGBUND EXHIBITION, VIENNA ARRANGED BY OSKAR LASKE
WICKER FURNITURE BY PRAG RUDXICKER
qualities of their own. He is truly enamoured with
the art of dancing—even as Mallarme, the poet,
was—and catches a good deal of the buoyant spirit
and air of vivacity which form the principal charm
of such performances. If he should do more of
such work as The Queen of the Ballet, Behind the
Footlights (owned by the Pennsylvania Academy of
Fine Arts), and his Salon picture Loie Fuller, there
would be no doubt of his being a born decorative
painter. In these three canvases of large dimen-
sions the artist is at his best; they are not only
rich pieces of colour, but beautifully painted in
respect of quality and serious, contained expression
in general.
Louis Kronberg is still a young man, considering
the length of time needed to perfect oneself in art,
particularly in this country. Boston is a poor place
to make one's work in, and a poor place in which
to. sell it. In spite of the vigorous and prolific
genius of the artist and the admirable work he has
already produced, his future is the most valuable
thing he has to show. We may still ask ourselves
what he will do with it, while we hope that he will
see fit to give successors to the three pictures which
I have spoken of emphatically as his best.
S. H.
VIENNA.—At the recent Hagenbund Exhi-
bition a new-comer, in the person of
Kasimir Sichulski of Cracow, came in for
a warm welcome and was gratified by
seeing his pictures eagerly bought up. He is quite
a youth, being only twenty-one, and is entirely
self-taught. He is a peasant, and in his types
of Polish and Ruthenian peasantry shows how
great is his sympathy with them, and how well he
understands them and their ways. There is some-
thing about these peasants, in spite of the misery
and squalor in which their lives are passed, that'
excites the sympathy of the stranger with them and
their land. In his Little Gazda he gives us a little
Ruthenian, in sheepskins and snow-shoes, toiling
over vast masses of snow, against which his figure
stands out like a silhouette. It is not the Gazda
we are familiar with in Holland, skating his way
to school; the features of the Slav boy are finer,
and there is more earnestness in his face. In
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INTERIOR, JUNGBUND EXHIBITION, VIENNA ARRANGED BY OSKAR LASKE
WICKER FURNITURE BY PRAG RUDXICKER
qualities of their own. He is truly enamoured with
the art of dancing—even as Mallarme, the poet,
was—and catches a good deal of the buoyant spirit
and air of vivacity which form the principal charm
of such performances. If he should do more of
such work as The Queen of the Ballet, Behind the
Footlights (owned by the Pennsylvania Academy of
Fine Arts), and his Salon picture Loie Fuller, there
would be no doubt of his being a born decorative
painter. In these three canvases of large dimen-
sions the artist is at his best; they are not only
rich pieces of colour, but beautifully painted in
respect of quality and serious, contained expression
in general.
Louis Kronberg is still a young man, considering
the length of time needed to perfect oneself in art,
particularly in this country. Boston is a poor place
to make one's work in, and a poor place in which
to. sell it. In spite of the vigorous and prolific
genius of the artist and the admirable work he has
already produced, his future is the most valuable
thing he has to show. We may still ask ourselves
what he will do with it, while we hope that he will
see fit to give successors to the three pictures which
I have spoken of emphatically as his best.
S. H.
VIENNA.—At the recent Hagenbund Exhi-
bition a new-comer, in the person of
Kasimir Sichulski of Cracow, came in for
a warm welcome and was gratified by
seeing his pictures eagerly bought up. He is quite
a youth, being only twenty-one, and is entirely
self-taught. He is a peasant, and in his types
of Polish and Ruthenian peasantry shows how
great is his sympathy with them, and how well he
understands them and their ways. There is some-
thing about these peasants, in spite of the misery
and squalor in which their lives are passed, that'
excites the sympathy of the stranger with them and
their land. In his Little Gazda he gives us a little
Ruthenian, in sheepskins and snow-shoes, toiling
over vast masses of snow, against which his figure
stands out like a silhouette. It is not the Gazda
we are familiar with in Holland, skating his way
to school; the features of the Slav boy are finer,
and there is more earnestness in his face. In
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