DOI Heft:
Nr. 187 (October 1908)
DOI Artikel:Studio-talk
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20965#0085
Studio-Talk
painter’s theme that can be found in the Peninsula.
His style is broad, but never careless, based on
the most inquiring and most reverent observation.
His colouring is restrained in general, but he has
a wonderful gift for bringing out the beauty of high
lights on snow, or of the deepest tone-gradations in
a mountain shadow. These shadows, realised by
Morera’s brush, although profoundly deep are yet
transparent. They are the
darkness cast by living
rock, a part of living
landscape, and they, too,
possess vitality.
Morera makes his fa-
vourite haunt amid the
frozen Guadarrama, in the
realm of New Castile.
Austere is the life he
leads among these lonely
mountains of sequestered
Spain, worshipping at
these thrones of purest
Nature as it were on
bended knee, schooling
himself, like some Sir
Galahad, by hardship and
by constant meditation for
so high a quest, or, like
the Spanish painters of an
older time — Cespedes,
Luis de Vargas, or Juan “the peaks of la narjarra” (oil painting) by jaime morera
de Juanes, who resumed their brush with fast and
prayer—tuning his contemplation to these solemn
scenes, worldly, and yet almost beyond the world,
and turning his back for weeks together on the
gross, factitious, studio-work of towns.
In Morera’s pilgrimages to the skies and snows
of uncontaminated Spain, a goatherd is his only
painter’s theme that can be found in the Peninsula.
His style is broad, but never careless, based on
the most inquiring and most reverent observation.
His colouring is restrained in general, but he has
a wonderful gift for bringing out the beauty of high
lights on snow, or of the deepest tone-gradations in
a mountain shadow. These shadows, realised by
Morera’s brush, although profoundly deep are yet
transparent. They are the
darkness cast by living
rock, a part of living
landscape, and they, too,
possess vitality.
Morera makes his fa-
vourite haunt amid the
frozen Guadarrama, in the
realm of New Castile.
Austere is the life he
leads among these lonely
mountains of sequestered
Spain, worshipping at
these thrones of purest
Nature as it were on
bended knee, schooling
himself, like some Sir
Galahad, by hardship and
by constant meditation for
so high a quest, or, like
the Spanish painters of an
older time — Cespedes,
Luis de Vargas, or Juan “the peaks of la narjarra” (oil painting) by jaime morera
de Juanes, who resumed their brush with fast and
prayer—tuning his contemplation to these solemn
scenes, worldly, and yet almost beyond the world,
and turning his back for weeks together on the
gross, factitious, studio-work of towns.
In Morera’s pilgrimages to the skies and snows
of uncontaminated Spain, a goatherd is his only